I was very excited to fly to beautiful Seattle and leave the very obnoxiously hot Phoenix behind. I told Tim, I might not return until mid November.
It didn't take long after being picked up at the airport before Allicat and I were bursting into laughter, maybe 5 minutes.
My first morning in Seattle we visited a farmers market, which is very close to Alli's condo. It was full of fresh flowers and jewelry, bread, cookies, quilts and interesting shops. One in particular caught my eye called "Paws." Thankfully it was full of kritten stuff and the proprietor was a proud owner of 9 felines.
We took a walk along a river where my assignment was to find moss. Allison explained to me that she would mix said moss with buttermilk in a blender and then spread it on her rock wall to grow moss. I was happy to oblige. I was also told to act like a forest pixie and consume wild raspberries.
I have always wanted to visit a winery. We went to St. Michelle and signed up for the free 30 minute tour. The winery looked like a house that had been transported from France and the grounds were lush and green. I learned a lot about wine, like, grapes do not need a lot of rain because their leaves get too big and cover up the grapes which need sun.
There was a wine tasting segment afterwards. Allicat informed me that she didn't like wine, I don't either, but the last wine we tasted was a sweet dessert wine which we loved. I learned that wine can smell like green apples and grapefruit.
While we were strolling the grounds I noticed a man in capri pants that I found to look ridiculous and disturbing. I instructed Allison to take his picture while pretending to take mine. (A ploy used by Erica and Malia).
Saturday morning we packed up the camera and tripod and drove to Snoqualmie Falls.
We carefully made our way down a treacherous rocky wall to take pictures of small fishies and better views.
Of course we went to Molbaks were I'm never more at home than among my blessed hydrangea and Halloween decorations. If I could, I would set up a tent and live in that store.
We ate at Machavelli's in the Capitol Hill area, where I had wonderful Italian food. We also enjoyed Panera Bread, Frost Donuts (Alli to do a post later), Mexican food, and Japanese food where I took this pic of Allison. We were equal opportunity food consumers.
Probably my favorite memory will be of our twinkly light, late night conversation which started out with the hanging of the lights, chilling our sweet wine, 70's music and camera tripod set up for 30 minutes. We laughed, cried and reminisced until the wee hours of the morning. We talked about the twists and turns our lives had taken, our loves and losses and how rare it is to have a friendship that has spanned 30 years.