And to show you a decent pic of my sparkly nose and unmanageable Pacific Northwest hair. See?
Ever had so much to say that writing failed you? I'm sure this hasn't happened to any of you.
Maybe my brain is still filtering things.
I heard a story once about a Englishman traveling through some colonized country or other. He had a team of natives lugging his unessential luggage of course, and after traveling several hours, they all sat down as one. When he asked why they refused to move, one of them answered, “We've been traveling so fast, we need to wait for our souls to catch up to us.”
So maybe that's it. My soul's still catching up. Of course the trip was so quick, I imagine my soul's only just got to Alki Beach, and is enjoying the surf in my washed-out footsteps. I wouldn't be surprised if it stuck around there for a while. It would be a fool if it didn't.
Seattle. Is. Beautiful. I got sunburned there, in the land of crazy-mad rain. I could count the clouds on one hand.
Anyway, I'll do my best in my soulless condition to write about Meeting Meno!
I would have known her anywhere from her beautiful eyes. They haven't changed since she was a kid. And yes, the height was a tip-off as well, but everyone seems tall when you're four foot ten.
Schmoop and I met Meno at a restaurant next to the market – a place with a stunning view of the sound (not to mention that we were seated at the best table in the house; they must have know it was us. Heh.) One of Schmoop's new friends joined us as well. It was so comfortable. It was really more like catching-up than getting-to-know-you.
Anyway. What's Meno like you ask?
She is extraordinary. Funny, sarcastic, lovely and very intelligent. Just as you would expect from her blog. And I was so glad she stayed with us after lunch. We had a great deal of fun exploring the Pike's Place Market, and she didn't even look at me funny when I went into a reverie over the fresh produce. (Well maybe she did, I don't know. I was busy dreaming about the morels and what they could become under my tender care).
We took a water taxi from the market to Alki beach and back again, just to get out on the water. Oh, there's nothing better. I felt good out there. It's been a long time since I've kept my balance on a boat. But my body remembered what to do.
We stood at the prow on our way back and I watched the boat cut through the water, churning it, turning it white and sending up perfect little spherical droplets that fell back into the whole. A little rainstorm right above the water. And I didn't think about much else. I just watched and listened and smelled and gave my head a break.
Later, we met up with Stucco in a (can you believe it?) coffeehouse. They have those there.
But no clouds. Seattle does NOT have clouds. Or rain.
At the coffeehouse we had to drink these little pink things that had nothing to do with coffee. At least they were cute and cold and sprinkled with tasty little crumbs of...something. And they were free. Woo-hoo!
I think Meno was expecting Stucco to have a giant head, like those fish-lens photos of dogs that give them big eyes and giant noses.
Anyway, we had fun talking some more, and after that, it was time to go. There were kids to pick up and food to order, and one last unexpected beach comb before going to the airport.
Later, I'll tell you about Cannon Beach. And everything else. Soon as my soul gets back.