A friend was going to Portland this weekend, and there was a spur of the moment decision to join her. She had booked a swell waterfront room, where I enjoyed the river view in a sweet rose covered and pink piped chair, while she went off on her plans.
It was good for stitching, too.
We strolled by the river, and around the city a bit... appreciating the walkability, great old architecture and quirkiness of the place. I took her to Mill Ends Park, which claims to be the smallest park in the world.
Many cute animal statues that cavort in the fountains along one street were patted and posed with, and we smiled at the happy doughnuts painted on the garbage cans.
There was also a discovery of a carefully curated upscale GoodWill store, where I just may have bought a glittery wallet, and just outside was parked this very cheery bicycle.
We laughed much of the trip, mostly at our own quirkiness, including the disoriented feeling that came over me, over and over... a sudden unsureness of where I was, or why? Not a bad sensation, just wandering in the unknown maybe?
