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Pike´s Market
My mama buying a plum For some strange reason, it was cheapest for me to stop in portland, oregon before heading to south america. so i made it a weekend. it just so happened that my mother and my niece were in portland during this time visiting my brother, Zach. The three of them picked me up from the airport. They were excited to see my mustasche.
it was great to see family. zach set me up with our friend craig down the street. mom and devon had the couch covered in zach and his fiancee, jen´s, single bedroom apt. lily, their dog, was a bit territorial with the couch as well. craig had an extra room for guests and kindly allowed me to stay.
the first day we walked around the neighborhood looking at shops. in the evening we went downtown and took an underground tour. the tour highlighted the slave trade that went on under the city. drunks and unlucky loners would be kidnapped and jailed underground. they were drugged and taken aboard ships commonly heading to Shanghai. this is where the term "to shanghai" came from. these unlucky souls were 'shanghai'ed and would wake up at sea with no escape. it
Sci-Fi Museum
museum in seattle with monorails in the foreground was said that no ship left portland without a full crew.
the next morning zach, my mom, devon and myself left for seattle. we spent the weekend there. we visited the space needle at night, almost went into the sci-fi museum, visited pike place for fruit and fish tossing, visited the first starbucks ever(i didnt order anything), visited the wall of gum(just thousands of globs of chewed gum stuck to a wall), and visited SAM(Seattle Art Museum).
back in portland zach and jen worked but mom, devon and i walked along the riverfront and explored the bridges and a few parks. mom and devon headed back to ohio and on the last day i went to work with zach acting as his assistant on a few jobsites jotting down measurements and dates and figures and other notes, hardhat flashvest and all.
zach valiantly missed a meeting to get me to the airport on time. buenos aires is a long way from portland.
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