Although he doesn't look the happiest here.
He did a lot of this:
We left the older piglets home with Gramma Honey...the looks on their faces when we told them we'd be taking Britt on an airplane were priceless: wistful and sweet. Someday, piggies, someday...
We arrived in Portland late Thursday evening and settled into our hotel - a Hilton, lovely. Britt promptly got a head-cold as soon as we landed in Oregon, so after a hurried, but fab seafood dinner by the water we turned in and snuggled our travel weary selves under the smooth, white sheets of the hotel.
...and we didn't sleep. Sweet baby woke us up every 25 minutes - yes, every 25 minutes - with his snuffle nose. Baby's first cold = not so charming at 2:36 am.
We spent Friday exploring downtown Portland.
Armed with coffee, the GPS and a burp/snot rag (handmade by my mom) we're absolutely prepared for anything.
We stopped by Voodoo Donut first thing. (We learned about the quirky donut place here.) But gave up after standing in the loooong line for 15 minutes and not moving.
What can I say? I'm a hopeless food-lover.
Nutella and raspberry jam. Oh sweet Nelly...
Cute signs and cafes abound here.
Portland must-have: A little hippie street art.
Yet another food vendor that caught our eye...well, really my Brawny Man. He got one whiff of BBQ and couldn't resist the urge. But look at those beans up there! Baked beans with the most thick ring of old beans and...bean "stuff". Kind of gross but intriguing. The tattooed proprietor told us that The Ring causes every pot of beans to taste the exact same - delicious every time.
Here's Mr. B. getting himself some BBQ...and, yes, some of the beans. Ew! ;)
We didn't eat at the Swamp Shack, but it was adorable.
Look at that. Lightly fried eggplant with spicy greens, horseradish and some sort of lovely red pepper spread all on a ciabatta. Mmm. It's a shame I could only finish half.
And then, to my absolute and utter pleasure - yes, even more pleasure than the food brought me - we went to Powell's. I have been wanting to visit Powell's New & Used Bookstore (the largest in the world) since I saw a bit about it on this blog a few years back.
I was in total bookworm heaven. I mean seriously. I could have spent a week there - just the books, me and the coffee shop - and been so happy.
But, in real life, where there's an antsy husband and a pesky little baby, I only squeezed in a mere 45 minutes of book browsing. Mr. B. swears his legs began to get numb and he "felt boredom overcome" him as soon as we stepped in the doors of the store. I know, commence the eye-rolling...I know I did.
So, I saw the Red Room - Christianity, Languages and Travel. Good enough for me. But I silently promised myself that I'd return to Powell's someday and spend all the time my insatiable word-a-holic self desired.
We stopped by the river walk to relax, nurse the baby and get some good slobber kisses in before heading back to hotel sweet hotel.
Up next: The photo chronicle of our day in Cannon Beach, Oregon. Surf, sand and shaker shingles. Need I say more?