On a sad note, my project won’t be starting in July or August (as I had hoped) but rather in September or (gasp!) October. So after hearing the news, I texted Dan and told him to bust out his credit card to book me on a flight with him to Portland (somebody got a small speaking role in a movie!). Luckily, I’m a wife who generally gets what she wants (hashtag: husbandbrag).
So in about a week I will be exploring the city of Portland on my first visit anywhere north of San Francisco on the west coast. I am pumped.
Being a planner, I have already made a short list of things to do during the visit. There are a few gardens I want to check out, a line of food trailers, and an old friend to catch up with.
But, seriously, the thing that I am most looking forward to? Honey in my tea at breakfast. In an effort to control both my weight and my blood sugar I drink my tea black. But (are you prepared for this excitement?!?) on vacation, I put some honey in my tea when out for breakfast. It’s a glorious tradition and something that I just. Can’t. Stop. Thinking. About. Ridiculous? Yes. True? Absolutely.
And if there happen to be any pastries that rival my love of scones. Well then, everything will be all right in the world…