The minute she gets back to the Bay Area, she’s going to have her MacBook Air’s keyboard fixed.
During one sleepless night last year, she spilled strawberry jam on her keyboard. She was trying to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but the knife slipped out of the jam jar, and fell on her keyboard. Ever since, the keyboard’s stuck. She can just manage to get some keys to register, but only if she presses with all her might.
It is a beautiful day. The last time self was in Seattle was 2007. She was hosted, so she was picked up from the airport, and she was a guest in the home of Maria Batayola.
This is a completely different kind of trip. She’s staying in a hotel.
The people on the plane were none too friendly. Everyone was absorbed in reading the papers or reading their iPads. They also looked very, very white. And healthy, in that quintessential American way. Great hair, great teeth. Neat clothing. The woman seated next to self, who never cracked a smile in her direction, had a Bally tote.
Seattle’s edges are hard and bright. The streets are surprisingly empty. Puget Sound, though, is huge: about 10x the width of San Francisco Bay. The ferry boats are enormous, they remind her of cruise ships. The snow-capped mountains glint in the sun. Just looking at them makes self feel cold. Self wonders how much a ferry ride costs. She’d love to explore Bainbridge Island, which she heard has cute little art galleries and coffee shops.
During what was left of today, self decided to walk. She wound up in Pioneer Square. The streets were really, really empty, except for a park with a giant chessboard where a young woman was trying to move the chess pieces and some old men were teasing her in a lighthearted way. Birds flew among the trees. There were Indian totems off to the side.
She walked some more. She found a bookstore:
She also found a bustling bakery near a park:
That triple-chocolate cookie was just about the best cookie she’s ever tasted.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.