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How do you tell you’re in Seattle for Thanksgiving? Is it when…
The passenger across the aisle on flight to Iceland is wearing tie-dye crocs. His partner wears Birkenstocks, no socks. Everything their child has on is tie-dyed. I’m pretty sure they have a pet goat named Karma.
The line just to get to the line to queue for passport control is interminable. When I admire the scarf on the person beside me, he confides he made it from yarn spun from his dog’s fur, and offers to give me the URL for the pet yarn company. As I start to edge away, he says not to worry—it only smells when it gets wet.
It’s the evening before the busiest travel week of the year in the US, and the rental car I’ve reserved is mysteriously not available. The agent shows me a vast, empty lot with three cars. (The big one is his.) MY choices are between the little car and the even littler car.
My favorite french bakery is still there (but prices are doubled).
The usual sites are still there but I don’t recognize the streets leading up to them.
We order the entire pre-cooked Thanksgiving dinner from Whole Paycheck Foods (and it tastes better than what I would have taken all day to make and then been too crabby and exhausted to eat.)
No, it’s actually when (as they say in Seattle)…
The mountain is out.
But the best part of going to Seattle for Thanksgiving?
Coming home to Scotland of course!
Barb Taub 
I love the photos, Barb! Glad you had a nice Thanksgiving and got home safely.
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It appears that only weird folks travel these days. (the exception is us of course.) Something I noticed during my last trip to Canada: when I moved to Spain I was totally out of my comfort zone. Now, after 8 years, when I return to Canada, I feel out of my comfort zone. I didn’t see that coming!
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I love the family on the plane, easy to guess at their story.) what a wonderful place to be – enjoy!
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Always entertaining, Barb! Other considerations apart, I guess home is where your heart is. UK 26 years, Canada 18 months, UK again for a huge hunk of time and now retirement in Spain (22 years so far!) Enjoy. xxx
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It’s obvious that you enjoyed your visit, but it seems you have found your home spot. I retire in less than a year and will be returning to my home spot as well.
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Reblogged this on Judith Barrow and commented:
Barb’s take on Seattle!
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I loved joining you on the trip – but what a looong one. You were so smart to order dinner from Whole Foods (and yes, we call it whole paycheck as well). But the photo of Scotland was the cherry on the cake. It’s dank and gloomy here – predicted for the next two weeks! Puts me in a bah humbug mood. Send some sun, please!
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A proper ‘lift the spirits’ post! Loved the surprise crocs, applaud the Whole Foods dinner – although that hungry looking hound is perilously close to the turkey. It’s nice, as they say, to go travelling, but to come home to Arran must be bliss. ♥♥
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Hi Barb. Just letting you know that I have moved from being limp cabbage to bovine ordure thanks to my inherent gypsyness. So, in case you are wondering who is leaving her ordure all over your comments, it’s me, Lakshmi, erstwhile limp cabbage and soggy chips.
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That is one well behaved dog to pose instead of take off with the turkey. ‘The mountain is out’ made me laugh out loud. I get it after 12 years in Oregon.
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In spite of no rental car and doubled bakery prices, you didn’t have to cook the dinner, and you saw ‘purple mountain majesty.’ Best to you, Barb.
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Thanks Barb. Now I know I’m not the only one who (unexpectedly) experienced that coming home feeling when returning to Scotland after a three week stay in Canada – the land of my birth. It was shocking, but quite settling.
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