Paris.
Italy.
Hands down, without a doubt.
The end.
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Seattle
We went to Seattle on the weekend. We were only there for about 23 hours, but that was long enough to see and do a ton of stuff... and, of course... take approximately one billion pictures.
We took the train.
We rode the ferry back and forth from Bainbridge island. Which was cool.
Benjamin wanted to jump off...
So there ARE a lot of pictures... prepare yourself...
You're awesome if you can actually get through them all.
I so wanted to do this...
Sunset from the ferry.
We went up on the space needle at night... which was awesome, but it was hard to get good pictures.
We went to the IMAX movie theater and watched Inception.
OH MY WORD.
It was so amazing. A post is forthcoming.
We didn't get to the hotel room until 1:45 AM. :-)
And then we got up in the morning and went to the Space Needle again, to see it in the daylight.
The view!
I got a cappuccino at the cafe in the Space Needle. :-)
We walked and walked and walked... and this is what Ben and Bethany were doing...
These are my shoes. LOL.
On the monorail.
Architectural deliciousness.
I LOVE that red dress. Peacock! And red!
Bethany got the worst Starbucks drink ever. Green tea latte.
It tasted like alfalfa and grass and goat cud.
We went to the aquarium... this fish was Bethany's soul sister. Seriously.
We went a restaurant called Ivar's and I got shrimp. Yum.
I was having fun with a random freaky setting on the camera... :P
Pike's Place Market!
Of course we bought donuts...
Wanted to buy a hat... didn't have enough $$. :-(
The end. If you actually looked at all these, you are awesome and have a lot of endurance.
I want to go.
Right now, more than anything, I want to go.
To Paris for a day. To Africa for a week. To Italy for a month.
To Mexico for the rest of my life.
It's not that I want to leave. I just want to go. I want to step onto a plane, press my nose against the window the whole way, and wander around Italy in a striped dress, carrying only my camera. I don't want to come back until I'm totally, sobbingly homesick.
If you could just go, right this moment, where would you go and what would you do?
Right now, I'll go snuggle with my squishy baby niece, and eat yet another Krispy Kreme donut. There might also be ice cream.
the last of Mexico... and a giveaway.
This is my finale. There will be no more major dumping of Mexico photos... until the next time I go. ; )
Manzanillo was the last port we went to, and it was actually a surprise, because the cruise was planned for going to Mazatlan, as usual. Halfway through the week, though, they decided not to port there, because of a lot of street violence that had been going on. Which is very sad, but I'm glad that they made the decision to be extra-safe, and it was fun to be able to go to a new place, since last time we went to Mazatlan.
It had a different flavor, because it's not a town that is so used to having cruise ships come in. So a little less touristy.
Right on the dock, this big mob of school kids were all yelling "Welcome to Me-hee-ko!"
New item added to my bucket list: ride on a motorcycle (preferably shiny and red) in Mexico with my man.
I can't get over how beautiful the streets are. And they had all these random, scrumptious street decorations. I can't think of an event they would have been for, so I'm not sure if they just always have them, or what.
They made me very happy.
I took this for you, Hadley! (she's the one with the online name of "Esmeralda Gatsby". : )
And, for those of you who want to see lots more photos of Mexico streets, the water, and food, here's a handy little slideshow for ya. : ) My mom and I felt delightfully dangerous as we ventured further and further into the city, where it started getting poorer and realer and so much more Mexican.
And... because I love you and I missed you and thought of you while in Mexico... I got you some stuff. These earrings are made out of coconut shells...
And we bought them from Enrique who was friendly and sweet and told us that he was a Christian and he could see Jehovah in our smiles.
And a heart-shaped necklace. Because I love Mexico and I love you, and I'm sure that you either do or would love Mexico, too. : ) Two random comments will be chosen for the winners.
my love affair with Mexico...part two
The day we ported in Puerto Vallarta was one of the best days of my life. I'm ready to move to this city. Today.
Puerto Vallarta is shiny and blue and hot. Parts of it seem more American, since it has a Walmart, Burger King, Starbucks, etc... but it also has a deliciously Mexican old town.
All of the churches are just beautiful.
Whatever this building is, I want to live in it.
Mexicans stake out territory all along the promenade and make truly epic sand sculptures, and then put out little cardboard boxes with slits in the top for tips.
This guy balances rocks. I have no idea how he does it.
One of the best things about Mexico is the streets. I just love them.
This is Carlos. He was the salesman in a china shop that we stopped in. He was literally in love with dishes, and after helping us buy excessively, he ended up taking us up the road and showing us all of the best spots to eat, etc. By the way--another thing I love about Mexico is that the guys wear white pants. I'm telling you, that doesn't happen enough around here.
According to Carlos' directions, we went to the upstairs portion of a flea market, which contained a bunch of tiny, dirty little kitchens. There were curvy Mexican mamas slapping tortillas into being, random dead fish lying beadily in boxes of ice, and a singular lack of anyone with white skin. My kinda place.
I had a sudden, violent craving for a coke, and so I bought one in an alluring glass bottle. Glass bottles are the best. Plus, Mexican coke has real sugar, which makes it way yummier.
Eat a real, slightly dangerous meal in Mexico. Checked off my bucket list.
Bethany was very uncomfortable with the whole situation and kept a sharp eye on our waitress. She says that she grabbed those beady fish and then served more food. But we didn't die, so it's all good.
I'm also going to live here.
I love all of the wrought-iron on the windows and doors. And the intense colors. The inside of this doorway was yellow, the outside aqua, and the door itself was red. Now you know why I should live here. :)
Another amazing church.
Drink a real strawberry margarita. Check.
Bethany enjoyed the margarita much more than the questionable tacos, and perked up pretty well. There are very few things she loves about Mexico, actually. It is everything that I love--colorful, loud, crowded, intense, reckless, spontaneous, with friendly, dark-skinned people. She prefers black-and-white, silence, solitude, no surprises, and cool, pale, and distant people. ; ) Sometimes it's confusing how we're sisters...
Guacamole. Oh, yes.
Back on the ship we... uh, ate more. : ) I swear that some of the Indonesian waiters' goals in life are to make girls fat. One particular guy at breakfast kept making us eat more and more pastries.
Notice the difference between our breakfasts?
Yep, this is how I roll.
Well, there's enough more photos for one last huge post... which will include something special for YOU!
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