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Honeymoon: Day Two Nine hours sleep does wonders, you know? But after 23 hours awake, we were still sleepy when we woke up. Nonetheless, we proceeded back to the Market for breakfast. After banana bread and chocolate croissants from 3 Girls Bakery (which is over a hundred years old, I believe) we were much more ready for the day. So we walked along the waterfront and caught the ferry to Bainbridge Island, my Home of Yore. The ferry terminal wasn't familiar, but the sign on the ferry was:
Isn't it funny, the kinds of things that stick in your head from childhood? We walked off the ferry and up the hill to Winslow, which is the town I'd lived in. On the way up, I asked an elderly volunteer if he knew where the old government housing was. He gave us a map and showed us where he thought it might be - not too far a walk. We set out, browsing in shops along the way. And low and behold, when we rounded a corner, there it was:
Good old Government Way. Still home to Naval housing, in fact. The houses now had garages instead of carports and were gray rather than teal blue, but they were the same houses. Note: I paused on this entry to try and find an old picture of my house, but my old pictures are missing. So, no old picture, and we return to this entry already in progress.) We walked up and down the tiny street, which I remember as being SO LONG! It was, in fact, about seven houses on either side. I couldn't figure out exactly which was ours, but I narrowed it down to two and took pictures so my mom can figure it out. That was my first time returning to an old house of mine (next up: Oxnard, CA; Alameda, CA; Newport News, VA?) and it was pretty cool. On the way back to the ferry we had amazing smoothies from Bainbridge Blenders in the Bainbridge Pavilion. Mine was apple juice, strawberries, papaya, peaches, and pineapple sorbet - yum! Then it was off for dinner with two of Greg's friends, around which revolved the major drama of the trip. To sum it up without going into huge detail: Greg notified these people that we were coming weeks and weeks before we actually left, gave them our dates, asked if they wanted to have dinner. They said absolutely, we'll call you back and tell you which night is best. The day before we leave they finally call and make tentative plans. We get to Seattle. We pick a restaurant we'd like to eat at. No go with the friends, the location "isn't convenient" for them. We pick another. Again, nope, bad location. This continues. We finally settle on one place but when we get there, the menu's not thrilling so we walk across to the Market and eat at Lowell's where the food is pretty unremarkable. A little over an hour and a half later we're done, having spent a dinner during which Greg asked them a million questions about their life and they asked pretty much nothing about ours. Um...we come thousands of miles across the country and three restaurants (and two entire neighborhoods, Capitol Hill and Belltown) "aren't convenient" for the people who live there? In a city with public transportation? And taxis? Needless to say, this is the situation that made Greg and I the unhappiest the entire trip and was a giant pain in the ass as he had to constantly call and see if this place or that place was okay while we were, oh I don't know, trying to enjoy our honeymoon. And I am used to Greg's friends actually seeming interested in his life or in getting to know me, so the whole one-sided dinner thing came as a big shock. Tip from me: don't see people on your honeymoon. Just spend it together. We had planned to go to the Experience Music Project that evening, and our guidebook said it was open at night. Oops! Not the exhibit part! We'd taken the monorail over, so we walked down to the waterfront and caught the trolley to Pioneer Square. There wasn't much open, but we spent a lot of time in The Elliott Bay Book Company, which is probably the best independent bookstore I've ever been in. Vast, incredibly well organized, nice big used book section, good service. I was impressed! After the bookstore, we were a little hungry and stumbled upon a Middle Eastern restaurant called Zaina. Oh boy, do we recommend this place! Greg had what he called the best schwarma (sp?) sandwich ever, and I had a huge piece of delicious baklava. Mmmm. We also had Thomas Kemper soda for the first time (cream soda) and it was soooooo good! Eventually we worked our way back to the hotel, and that was Day Two! |
