Now that I have finally caught up (sort of) on life, I can begin telling you about my recent trip to Seattle. I'll try to do it day by day.
We actually arrived in Seattle on Day 0, but that entire day was spent going to work, driving to the airport, flying to Seattle, and figuring out how to get from the airport to our downtown hotel, so there isn't much to say. I did have a new experience at the hotel - upon check in, we got our room assignment and our keys, we trekked upstairs, we opened our room door with our keys and... someone was already in our room. To be more exact, I couldn't open the door all the way because the inside security chain was latched, and a deep voice confusedly called, "Hello??" before I stammered, "I'm so sorry," shut the door, and ran away. We got upgraded to a suite for free thanks to this mix-up. Since the only downside to the hotel is that the rooms are tiny, having a (larger) suite meant that there were now no downsides to the hotel. This got things off to a great start.
Actual Day 1 was spent primarily on Bainbridge Island. Since we were staying in a hotel that was right in downtown Seattle and had not rented a car, we figured out it was a short walk down to the ferry terminal and then a lovely 35-minute boat ride to Bainbridge Island. (Thank you, Google Maps. In related news, I have finally decided that I need a smartphone.)
My motion sickness meds worked wonders and we arrived without incident. We visited Churchmouse Yarns and Teas on a Saturday that just so happened to be World Wide Knit in Public Day, which meant the place was hopping and we got free beverages and shortbread samples. Vacation still off to a great start. This is the perfect store for my husband and me - I have no interest in tea (but he does) and he has no interest in yarn (but of course I do) and so we could each peruse while the other was similarly occupied. It. was. great. I quickly discovered that they would ship my purchases home for me at a low flat rate, and now I'm broke. It happens.
There are some lovely things to do on Bainbridge Island that really require a car, so after a decadent brunch and some traipsing around various other shops, we called it quits and headed back to Seattle.
After lunch at a little out-of-the-way Thai place that looked like it might give us food poisoning (but didn't, and it was delicious, so who cares), we decided to go on Bill Speidel's Underground Tour. We had been told by some local friends of ours that this was the best tour to go on because it was entertaining AND educational. It was... decidely okay. It started off promising, with the tour guides producing the sort of witty banter and puns that I so dearly love. But then our large tour group got divided into three smaller tour groups, each with a different tour guide. And our guide was a dud. He wasn't funny. He had clearly been using the same jokes for the last 20 years, and they fell flat as a pancake, over and over. I felt kind of bad for the guy. So wandering the forgotten, buried, underground streets of old Seattle was definitely a cool experience. Doing it while listening to bad jokes was... meh. This was the low point of the trip, but as low points go, it wasn't all that low, so I'll take it.
After that was dinner at the Elysian Bar so we could try all of their lovely beers, and we weren't disappointed there. How could I forget that Seattle is so close to Canada?! Much poutine was consumed. Much drinking was done. Much stumbling back to the hotel at the end of the night. Much sleep.
Stay tuned for Day 2.