So we successfully land in Portland, + immediately the difference in the general tone + attitude of everyone around us is noticeably chill than either our city of origin or any of our previous stops. Even the grumpy, in-a-hurry people are polite. Andrew is waiting to escort us to his cool pad in Southeast P-town. We dump our gear + jump on the vibe.
Andrew’s neighborhood is pretty nice, but even the relatively-divey part of town where we used to live (‘sup Division!) is all tidy + respectable these days. . . amazing.
Meanwhile, my brain is continually freaking out at how green it is here; memory is no replacement for vivid reality! Many of the neighbors have gardens overflowing with tasty bits to sample; one place in particular has chooks that O “better talk to,” AND huge overgrowth of large, sweet blueberries. Very nice.
There’s also plenty of tasty cafés in this neck of the woods, several awesome playgrounds (including one with giant slides, see-saws, a merry-go-round + always a lot of friendly children for Orlando to play with), + a farmer’s market around the corner every Wednesday, complete with all the fresh organic produce you could want + a mariachi band to boot. Something else you notice that I don’t remember; people actually stop + give way to pedestrians. Maybe it’s just a Southeast Portland thing? I dunno, pretty cool though.
>>>>follow on! >>>>