On a whim, we decided to do a last minute impromptu trip to Seattle, Washington. Getting there wasn’t hard: we hopped on an overnight bus from Calgary to Vancouver and then caught a bus from Vancouver to Seattle.
It was a pretty mild journey, I slept most of the way and when we arrived in Vancouver we sat in a small pizza joint eating pizza fingers and watched freaky 2am-after-bar-hour people while we waited for our Seattle bus. I spent most of my summers growing up in Vancouver, however, this was definitely a side of the city I have never seen. My innocent ideas of “the sea wall” and “Stanley Park picnics” have been shattered into a million pieces.
We arrived in Seattle during the wee hours of the morning. Maya was reluctant to give up her parking spot in front of the apartment she shares with Dianne but did anyway to come and pick us up. Parking is a premium in this city and people will drive around for hours trying to find a good spot. Luckily we were able to find one when we got back, and that is where the car stayed for the whole weekend.
After a long bus journey, we watched the sunrise over the space needle and then crashed on the floor of Maya’s flat in Capitol Hill. The place is not really that big; it’s a one room flat with a bathroom, closet and small kitchen off to the side. Dianne sleeps in the closet and the kitchen is big enough for one person to walk around in. It is in a prime location and there are lots of interesting people in the building. Rumour has it that most of the “Seattle Grunge Boys” lived in the building at one point in time (a.k.a. Pearl Jam, Soundgarden and Nirvana).