Monday, April 8, 2013
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Sunday, April 7, 2013
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Friday, April 5, 2013
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Seattle/Vancouver trip day 1, part 2
In Seattle, while dragging my two heavy bags up the slope, looking for the building where my temporary host lives, a stocky, old guy stopped me with the words: "This bag is exhausting you. Do you want me to give you a ride?" He did seemed dressed like the super of a building and yet all my alarm bells went off. I politely refused his help while cursing myself silently for it, since my bags were really heavy and I was stumbling over them like a little girl, when hitting one of the bumps on the quite steep slope... Luckily, it turned out that the building I was looking for was just on the other side of the street. I wonder if the guy was legit... I'll never know, but may be he was... since it seems that everybody here is nice. For example, I didn't know the person, in whose house I was staying today, and yet he let me have his key and hang out there while he was at work, and also left me his cell phone so that I would have a wireless hot spot... while his friend merrily let me sit on the front seat during our car ride to Vancouver, just because I get nauseous...
Crossing the border was somewhat nerve wracking for me because I know of cases when American tango dancers were not let into Canada. It should not be a problem that I am going to teach a few workshops and DJ once, since it is cultural exchange, but you never know if the border officer knows that too. You simply can't be sure how much trouble they might decide to make for you. Turned out to be easy. The driver was a pretty, blond girl with blue eyes and a happy smile, and the Latin looking officer was mesmerized. Lucky for me!
Then we got lost a few times, plus a pee pause on the highway, because the driver had too much coffee and water, before we made it to the Lindy-hop venue, where the others were going, and from where my host picked me up. Now, freshly showered and dressed properly it's time for my first milonga in Vancouver. :)
In Seattle, while dragging my two heavy bags up the slope, looking for the building where my temporary host lives, a stocky, old guy stopped me with the words: "This bag is exhausting you. Do you want me to give you a ride?" He did seemed dressed like the super of a building and yet all my alarm bells went off. I politely refused his help while cursing myself silently for it, since my bags were really heavy and I was stumbling over them like a little girl, when hitting one of the bumps on the quite steep slope... Luckily, it turned out that the building I was looking for was just on the other side of the street. I wonder if the guy was legit... I'll never know, but may be he was... since it seems that everybody here is nice. For example, I didn't know the person, in whose house I was staying today, and yet he let me have his key and hang out there while he was at work, and also left me his cell phone so that I would have a wireless hot spot... while his friend merrily let me sit on the front seat during our car ride to Vancouver, just because I get nauseous...
Crossing the border was somewhat nerve wracking for me because I know of cases when American tango dancers were not let into Canada. It should not be a problem that I am going to teach a few workshops and DJ once, since it is cultural exchange, but you never know if the border officer knows that too. You simply can't be sure how much trouble they might decide to make for you. Turned out to be easy. The driver was a pretty, blond girl with blue eyes and a happy smile, and the Latin looking officer was mesmerized. Lucky for me!
Then we got lost a few times, plus a pee pause on the highway, because the driver had too much coffee and water, before we made it to the Lindy-hop venue, where the others were going, and from where my host picked me up. Now, freshly showered and dressed properly it's time for my first milonga in Vancouver. :)
Vancouver/Seattle trip
My first time to Seattle. Arrived on a super bumpy flight, still managed to sleep though, after having gotten 2.5h of restless sleep at home the previous night. Would only wake up when the pilot would firmly say "Seat belts on!" It sounded urgent every time, and it felt urgent, honestly.
At 11am I was in Seattle. They have a wonderful, new, clean, silent and fast train called "Light Rail" going directly from the airport to downtown Seattle and more. I got of at Beacon Hill station. Nice area, residential, with beautiful gardens and slightly run down houses. Left my luggage at the house of a friend and went to chase some coffee in the "multitude" of restaurants, as I was told, which then turned out to be 2 restaurants, one taco stand, one coffee shop, one bakery and one little store. Awesome! The coffee shop, called "The Station" was the only place that had cold coffee, so I went there. Great coffee! But really - great coffee! I am not a coffee snob at all but I do appreciate a good coffee. I ended up spending 3 hours there chatting to the guy, who was preparing the coffee, and to all the visitors, who knew him by name and seemed to be coming there as much for the company as for the coffee.
Now I am heavily caffeinated and really tired. Time for an hour of sleep before my "host" comes home and we head up to Vancouver. The day is far away from over for me. But it was a good start. :)
My first time to Seattle. Arrived on a super bumpy flight, still managed to sleep though, after having gotten 2.5h of restless sleep at home the previous night. Would only wake up when the pilot would firmly say "Seat belts on!" It sounded urgent every time, and it felt urgent, honestly.
At 11am I was in Seattle. They have a wonderful, new, clean, silent and fast train called "Light Rail" going directly from the airport to downtown Seattle and more. I got of at Beacon Hill station. Nice area, residential, with beautiful gardens and slightly run down houses. Left my luggage at the house of a friend and went to chase some coffee in the "multitude" of restaurants, as I was told, which then turned out to be 2 restaurants, one taco stand, one coffee shop, one bakery and one little store. Awesome! The coffee shop, called "The Station" was the only place that had cold coffee, so I went there. Great coffee! But really - great coffee! I am not a coffee snob at all but I do appreciate a good coffee. I ended up spending 3 hours there chatting to the guy, who was preparing the coffee, and to all the visitors, who knew him by name and seemed to be coming there as much for the company as for the coffee.
Now I am heavily caffeinated and really tired. Time for an hour of sleep before my "host" comes home and we head up to Vancouver. The day is far away from over for me. But it was a good start. :)
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Tuesday, April 2, 2013
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