Seattle
I have arrived in Seattle on a glorious, sunny, crisp day. The flight was a little too early in the morning to be pleasant, and then it was delayed for about 40 minutes. The airport was a fucking zoo, man. And I was not able to sneak Moula in sans ticket. So it started out on a sour note.
But the flight itself was painless, I watched about an hour of Inside Man, which appears to be pretty good so far, then landed at Seatac. I took an airport-to-downtown shuttle for $8.50, and on the ride we were treated to panoramic views of downtown seattle, a city that has an incrediby scenic and (from what I have seen so far) charming dowtown.
I’m staying at the Fairmont, just a few blocks from the Pike’s Market, and as my room was not ready, Moula and I decided to kill some time with a stroll down here (Pike’s) and score us some clam chowder. It ees goot. To my left, at the moment, is a glorious view of Puget Sound, blue as blue could be, a slightly hazy horizon with a backdrop of small mountains. The sun is shining in, there is a buzz of tourists walking among the public shops and restaurants, and Moula is sitting here on the table, just to the right of me as I type.