Portland day 0: In search of a destination
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days_unfoldingWell, I found myself doing last-minute odds and ends for a few hours, so I didn't get much sleep after all. Arrived in Portland after an uneventful flight. The airport is kind of funky: blue, green, and purple carpeting; gold mobiles of mountains and such; benches shaped like fish, and a floor map of the area rivers.
I arrived at the hotel before check-in time, and the room wasn't ready yet. They stored my luggage, and I went off to get some food. I decided to go to Pioneer Place, which is a small, upscale mall that reminds me of Water Tower Place in Chicago. I didn't plan to shop, but I found a shirt that I liked, although I decided that I was too tired to make a decision about clothes. (There are several clothing stores nearby that interest me. I might do some shopping, but that's not what I came here for.) I ate and came back to the hotel. Got my key and retrieved my luggage.
By that point, I was so tired that I was tripping over myself and my luggage. <redface>A lesbian couple helped me wrestle with my suitcases when we were going up on the elevator. (I did manage the suitcases perfectly well in the San Jose and Portland airports. Honest. I think that the suitcases know when there's an audience.)</redface> One of the women eyed my stack of suitcases (roughly half my height) and cracked, "You're staying overnight, right?" I laughed and said, "How'd you guess?" She said, "We do that too." I said, "Well, one of the suitcases mainly has books, never mind the fact that Portland has good bookstores." "Oh, that one must be heavy then." When we got off of the elevator, she pointed out the direction to my room. I have no idea how she picked up my room number.
The hotel is across the street from a park along the river. My room has a view of the river through the trees. There was a festival going on in the park with live blues music. The music was great when I was unpacking, but then I wanted to take a nap. Eventually I tried anyways, but kept on drifting off and waking up. When I got up, I was dancing around the room as I was getting dressed. (Hmm, I've heard of a strip tease; I'm not sure what that was -;))
I'm fading fast. I'll finish this up tomorrow.
I arrived at the hotel before check-in time, and the room wasn't ready yet. They stored my luggage, and I went off to get some food. I decided to go to Pioneer Place, which is a small, upscale mall that reminds me of Water Tower Place in Chicago. I didn't plan to shop, but I found a shirt that I liked, although I decided that I was too tired to make a decision about clothes. (There are several clothing stores nearby that interest me. I might do some shopping, but that's not what I came here for.) I ate and came back to the hotel. Got my key and retrieved my luggage.
By that point, I was so tired that I was tripping over myself and my luggage. <redface>A lesbian couple helped me wrestle with my suitcases when we were going up on the elevator. (I did manage the suitcases perfectly well in the San Jose and Portland airports. Honest. I think that the suitcases know when there's an audience.)</redface> One of the women eyed my stack of suitcases (roughly half my height) and cracked, "You're staying overnight, right?" I laughed and said, "How'd you guess?" She said, "We do that too." I said, "Well, one of the suitcases mainly has books, never mind the fact that Portland has good bookstores." "Oh, that one must be heavy then." When we got off of the elevator, she pointed out the direction to my room. I have no idea how she picked up my room number.
The hotel is across the street from a park along the river. My room has a view of the river through the trees. There was a festival going on in the park with live blues music. The music was great when I was unpacking, but then I wanted to take a nap. Eventually I tried anyways, but kept on drifting off and waking up. When I got up, I was dancing around the room as I was getting dressed. (Hmm, I've heard of a strip tease; I'm not sure what that was -;))
I'm fading fast. I'll finish this up tomorrow.
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Date: 2003-09-01 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-01 10:45 am (UTC)Where is the store with the wooden boxes?
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Date: 2003-09-01 02:32 pm (UTC)Look for something that is themed around local crafts of portland.
Oh and there are pendleton blankets too. Mmmm.
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Date: 2003-09-01 11:17 am (UTC)And no, I don't know their address, just the mailing address:It might be listed under Danga.
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Date: 2003-09-01 06:38 pm (UTC)