Tacoma, WA

July 3, 2013July 24, 2013 ~ Crystle ~ 11 Comments

I will probably have no shame about being a tourist, ever. Even in my own town (whichever it may be at the time), I have no qualms about snapping photos wherever I go.

My family is in town to see Margot for the first time since she was born, and I’m glad their visit is to this area in Washington where the tourism opportunities are endless. Tacoma, WA is a beautiful city. Period. When I read up on this area, I tend to see a lot of comments on how rough around the edges it is, but as long as you don’t hang out in Hilltop at midnight, I see no problems.

Downtown is especially beautiful since it’s adorned with blown glass by local native Dale Chihuly. Abstract architecture and early twentieth century masonry create a unique skyline on Commencement Bay where Marina and Industry coexist. I can’t get enough. Truly.

Kicking around the town giving our usual Tacoma tour, we ran into other residents who were giving the same tour to their out of town family. What a coincidence, we all end up gawking at the house that starred in the film The Hand That Rocks The Cradle, strolling through Stadium High School, and crossing the Glass Bridge. “This is where Heath Ledger serenaded Julia Stiles back in the 90s”, I imagine many a Tacoman explain at the gates of the Stadium Bowl. Maybe even a brief explanation on the School’s history as a hotel is provided. They may give a quick bio of Chihuly, or explain the landmarks around Commencement Bay. The conclusion is the same: Tacoma has colorful highlights.

Of course we visited the same lovely landmarks that all other tourists come upon when they visit Tacoma. My family seemed to enjoy it.

If my Dad was impressed with sea otters, rabbits and raccoons at Point Defiance Park, I’m sure he’ll get a kick out of Seattle later this week.

Portland[ia] – Revisited

June 9, 2013June 7, 2013 ~ Crystle ~ 2 Comments

Last year when we visited Portland, OR, I was in the throe[up]s of my first trimester of pregnancy with Margot. I was horribly repulsed by the smell of any fragrant foods, and the last thing I wanted was a hot lunch on a hot day from a food truck. It was a missed opportunity, that wasn’t really missed at the time. This time around, even with baby in tote, I was not going to pass on some of Portland’s famous grub on the go. My Chicken Pesto sandwich and side salad was quickly and deliciously prepared, and tasted more artisanal than food from most sit-down restaurants.

I wish I had pictures to share, but I don’t. As soon as the food was placed into my hands, it was devoured. Sorry, not sorry. I think my husband, sister-in-law and I shouldn’t have skipped breakfast. Maybe then we could have savored lunch a little more. At least we didn’t miss a great opportunity to celebrate Donut day with a trip to VooDoo Doughnuts!

We also happened upon an estate sale in a (mini) mansion near Forest Park. The three story home, with epic views of a lush valley below, contained mod furniture for sale, top of the line gym equipment and a closet full of designer clothes–nearly all in my (current) size. I picked up a pair of designer jeans that seemed to be sent from God to fit my awkward post-pregnancy body.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

The weather, food, sights and sounds were all agreeable in Portland; but most things are when you aren’t thirteen weeks pregnant.

Vancouver, B.C.

May 21, 2013May 21, 2013 ~ Crystle ~ 9 Comments

The sights and sounds of Vancouver, B.C. offered a truly international experience on our Canadian Sojourn this past weekend. We took to the city by foot and spent our time hiking along water fronts, through coniferous parks, and around urban plazas. Foreign language conversations echoed off of tall buildings and blended cacophonously with the sounds of car horns and seagull caws. Peruvian Chaufa, fresh Seafood and strange new vegetables nourished our bodies. We tried fiddleheads for the first time (delicious!).

On our final night in Vancouver, we stopped into a Cathedral to listen to a performance of Gregorian Chants. The Cathedral was dimly lit and a curtain of incense smoke hung densely in the air. One monophonic chorus after another rang high into the rafters of the vaulted ceiling of the ornate Cathedral; melodious reminders that life is grand.

While the women in the chorus sang, I was overwhelmed by gratitude for the beautiful family I have and the amazing adventures we find ourselves in.

On the way home from our Canadian Sojourn, my post-vacation rumination on this sentiment was interrupted by news of a natural disaster in the community in Oklahoma we called home for many years.

I was saddened to hear the news, but tonight as I watch the story progress I’m selfishly feeling grateful that my family is healthy, safe, and in tact. The time we spent in Vancouver this weekend furthered our bond with one another, and made it difficult to stomach the news of a climbing death toll in Oklahoma.

It’s hard to believe such tragedy is ongoing while we’re safe and sound in our calm, manicured suburb following a fun-filled yet restorative vacation.

The eyes of the world are on Moore, OK as things wind down around here. We hope friends and family back home are safe and that healing begins soon for the city of Moore.

And to Vancouver, B.C., we will to see you again after our Great Alaska adventure.