Traveling Alone, and I Am Hopelessly Inept

Traveling alone is a lot less lonely when you have the internet. Even though I’m here with my husband, I have been pretty much alone since I left Philly yesterday morning, as he’s been in meetings the whole time. This is fine; I knew it would be this way. I planned to use my time alone to explore the city and get some work done, and I’ve done just that.  I amuse myself by posting my thoughts to Twitter and Facebook, and if I get really desperate, I can always call home and bug my mom, but fortunately (for her) it hasn’t come to that.

This morning I wandered around until I found a happening little breakfast joint where I enjoyed a fresh fruit juice smoothie and a personal sized quiche with a side of organic salad greens.  Yes, you heard me right — salad greens for breakfast.

Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.  I felt so virtuous, knowing I’d started my day with vegetables, that I am seriously considering making a breakfast salad part of my morning repertoire.

After breakfast, I wandered around the famed Pike Place Market and bemoaned the fact that I couldn’t buy anything to bring home and cook for dinner.  I have honestly never seen fruit so perfect or fish so fresh.

Once I tired of that, I settled into a Starbucks and cranked out one of the six articles I have due tomorrow. (Hold me.) Then I met Carolyn from A Chocolate Covered To Do List. She showed me part of the city I hadn’t explored yet, and we ate lunch at a yummy little Vietnamese restaurant. I had barbeque chicken vermicelli, and of course the only picture I got was of the food, not of us.

Truly, I’m hopeless. The only pictures I’ve taken so far on my trip have been of my hotel room and of my food. I took my fancy SLR camera along with me today on my jaunts, but it’s awfully hard to capture the essence of a city on film (or a digital camera.)  I’m just not that talented.

I can tell you this much: Seattle is a study in contrasts.  I woke this morning to radiant sunshine, but by 3PM it was raining. I was tempted to hide out in my hotel for the rest of the day, but I decided to brave the elements and walk a mile to the shopping district. Oddly unmotivated to shop, I returned home with only a new umbrella and a pair of winter gloves to show for my efforts. Still, I enjoyed my little stroll, rain and all. Seattle is definitely a walking city. Despite the challenging hills, people seem to walk everywhere. I’ve been kicking myself for leaving my running gear at home, so I’ve taken every opportunity to walk an extra block or three.

I guess my day wasn’t eventful enough, because when I got back to the hotel and went to hop on the elevator, I was in for a rude awakening.  The doors started to close before I made it inside, so I instinctively reached out with my plastic water bottle and stuck it between the jaws as they were about to meet.  I assumed the sensor would, you now, SENSE the object and open the doors back up, but instead, the doors squeezed shut, and in the process, flattened the water bottle, which just so happened to be aiming right at me.  Before I knew it, water spewed all over my sweater.

Of course it wasn’t enough that I was startled and drenched; the concierge happened to witness the whole thing. She ran over to help, and we both got a good chuckle at my expense. The door did eventually open up, and you’ll be happy to know (I hope) that I made it up to my room without further incident.

That is, until later on tonight when I went to open a bottle of wine.  Last night the bottle of wine  in our room had a screw top.  It took some elbow grease to pry open, but I managed.  Tonight I thought I was opening another of the same, so I didn’t look too closely at the top.  I just started twisting.  I twisted and twisted and twisted with all my might.  Finally, I had to sit down from sheer exhaustion, and that’s when I thought to look at the mechanism, whereby discovering that it was actually plugged with a cork, not capped with a screw top.  Einstein, I am not.

Upon further investigation, I found no corkscrew on the premises so I called down to the front desk, and soon I was rescued from my distress by a handsome bellhop bearing a corkscrew.  Naturally it was the old-fashioned kind, but not to be deterred, I soon managed to uncork my wine and pour myself a glass without spillage or injury.  You may hold your applause until the end of the show, thanks.  I’m just here to provide you with your daily dose of amusement at my expense.

Tomorrow I plan to do some more MIRLing, some more working, and I may get to meet up with an old high school chum. My husband’s meetings are wrapping up so we’ll probably do some sight seeing before we have dinner at Salty’s.  I can’t wait; I haven’t had seafood since I’ve been here. I’m also hoping to take a ferry ride. Even the locals seem to find it enchanting, so it seems like a must-do activity.

Do you Pacific Coasters have any advice for me?  What else should I plan to do while I’m here?  Just so long as it doesn’t involve a plastic water bottle or wine with a cork, it should be just fine.