enfatuated

with Portland right now.  The sun is shining and all those months of cold, rainy weather are receding into memory…

Cora and I have been hoofing it all over town in the stroller and on the various manifestations of TriMET.  Henry drops us off once a week on his way to work on the east side of town where we walk all over Laurelhurst with friends, and then head home via downtown.  Generally this involves grocery shopping (doubling the weight of the stroller I have to then push up our formidable hill) and lunch at the much-written-about food carts.  Cora has given me a new perspective on our city, which I’ve always liked but didn’t feel very compelled to explore on foot.  She is excited by everything… the train, the fountains, the homeless bongo-players in Pioneer square, all the dogs, drinking my iced tea from a straw, playing in the fountain at Jameson Square.  She loves walking on the sidewalks, pointing at things and saying hi to strangers.  In short, I’m really glad we live here.  If someone had told me when I was seventeen that I would someday live in a city full of gardeny-foody-bike-riding-coffee-snobs that was an hour from the Pacific Ocean and flanked by purple mountains majesty, I would have kissed them.

and… a bunch of pictures:

pioneer square fountains, and the MAX in the background.

safety first, people.

marching around in front of the food carts, waiting…

the food carts sprawl out over about 3 blocks, and are packed at lunch hour.

mexican food for cinco de mayo.  enough food for 3 people for less than $10.

“yum yum!”