Like Montreal, only different...

When I was 20, I went to Montreal for a week.  I went for the comedy.  There's a massive comedy festival there every summer, so I went.  I stayed in a youth hostel - about which, I wrote a joke; "Ten women, one bathroom - you'd be hostile too."

It was great, except that it was a little lonely. Even knowing enough French to get by, there was still a language barrier.  I accepted coffee with a young man, only to realize he meant at his apartment...I figured this out and invented meeting my friends and ran off before we even got close to his place. But aside from that, I didn't have anyone to share my experience with.  And that sucked.  By my last day, I was so ready to come home that I went to the bookstore, bought a Maeve Binchy, went to the airport early and read.

I mention this because I got a similar feeling during my trip to Seattle.  The Space Needle is amazing, but what good is it if you can't elbow someone and say, "Isn't this amazing - that's Mt. Ranier - it's HUUUGE!"  It's also a pain to have to be in charge.  When you're alone, you have to hustle to get the car, get the bags, figure out when to get up, where to have dinner, what to do after dinner.

While there's no rule by committee, there's also no sharing.

Green Screen Backdrop, but I did go to the actual Space Needle

Of course, that means if I order dessert, I don't have to surrender any of it.

I'm home now, and I'm glad to be here.

As it turns out, we have another trip ahead of us.  This one is with some other people - but it's shorter.  Still, it should be fun.