Sometimes it’s good for the soul to walk into the unknown with little to no preparation. That’s what we did when we decided to take a trip. I called Ike on a Friday morning and told him I was finally ready for a vacation. He calmly said, “Okay, let’s go.”
I had no idea where I wanted to go and I think that may be the best part of the story. Ike chose Seattle for us.
We flew out Sunday evening after church and stayed at the Double Tree just minutes from the airport.
Upon arrival, the Hilton Double Tree staff left us champagne and chocolate covered strawberries in our room. It made me feel like I was on a secret getaway just for the two of us. We had no idea what we wanted to do so we pulled out Google Maps and began walking wherever looked interesting. Imagine two brown people at an intersection looking down each direction to determine which street looked more interesting than the others. That was us!
For breakfast, we went to Edgewater’s Six Seven Restaurant where we had our first breakfast on the water. It was one of my favorite moments from the entire trip. The waitress brought warm bundled blankets for us to wrap in if the 65 degree weather was too chilly for our taste. We heard seagulls wailing over the morning water and I have to admit that since I am rarely near the coast, it sounded like a child screaming. Everyone would remain calm as I would franticly look around for someone in trouble. I think it’s safe to say, I should get out more, huh?
The best way to describe Seattle is laissez faire. Everyone minds their own business and doesn’t speak on the affairs and decisions of others. Though I do not side with either primary political party, I could feel the polarization in Dallas and Seattle cultures. In Dallas, I can’t imagine a man telling me he wanted to wear my skirt for the breeze or polaroids of topless women as a welcome to a restaurant. Of course, to be fair, these are not at all reflective of the entire city of Dallas nor of Seattle. That laissez faire transparency allowed us (both Ike and I) to share an incredibly intimate conversation with a woman who escaped domestic violence and the Mormon church. You can’t go to Seattle and not receive a piece of someone’s heart by the end of it – both good and bad.
Though we only had 72 hours in Seattle, there were too many moments to share in a single blog post. Instead, we’ve decided to share a vlog – our first in fact – including all of the personal video clips we captured there. If you’re wondering if we both (and by we, I mean Ike) dances down the street on a frequent basis, the answer is absolutely yes. I’m still learning to unwind and let my hair down to do the same and he’s there to egg me on.