by Sue Trollip
This is not my travel blog, but … I love to travel and winter is coming, which means I will be hibernating along with the bears, squirrels and chipmunks. My last fling before the impending snow was to Seattle.
A short flight from my new home, it was too exciting to resist. Not long after landing I fell in love with the java at Seattle Coffee Works and the Moscow Mules at Bookstore Bar and Cafe. I walked up the hill and soon found myself standing on the deck of Columbia Centre, 76 floors up. I surveyed, with giddy delight, the puffy clouds, the sea and the skyscrapers below.
The feel of Seattle is artsy and touristy with a large mish-mash of locals. Using the Lyft taxi system we met a Russian woman who showed her lack of confidence by getting us to set the GPS. Turns out she was new to town and earning some spare money. She got us safely to our destination and then on the way home we met an Ethiopian driver who knew each street by heart.
There was devouring of croissants, coffee, macaroons, and more croissants at a real French cafe.
A visit to Ballard was gorgeously suburban, tree-lined and full of little bars and eccentric shops. We stopped for Tapas and fish & chips and got soaked through.
Food is big in Seattle, and along with the Russian Mules, was the imbibing of the most delicious piroshky at a Russian cafe.
Also, I had my first bloody Mary. I think if you take out the tomato juice you could be onto something.
A spicy vodka salad!
Now that I could do again.