Puppy Latte

tumblr_m7n329dttf1rqvefao1_1280Guys! I just wanted to share the day’s goodness! 🙂

It was extremely slow at work yesterday (with it being Thanksgiving), so when a nice policeman came into the store, we were all doting and lavishing so much attention on him. We were starved for attention. We offered him a puppy latte for his dog back at the work force and GUESS WHAT HE SAID?! “Oh! He’s in the car. I don’t think I’d be allowed to bring him in here.. but you guys can come and say ‘hello’ if you want!”

Every employee immediately flooded outside to play with the police dog for a good ten minutes. He was so fluffy! A “Bing!” in our drive-through headsets finally sent us rushing back inside. I was first through the door and almost made it halfway to the bar before I registered the giggles and shouts of surprise coming from behind. I turned around to see this giant German Shepherd happily following after me. I had to usher him back outside because…with it being a coffee place…sigh 🙂

One day, we will become a puppy cafe. One day.

Until then. 🙂


(Happy late Thanksgiving everyone!)

Smelly Flesh-Bags

Disclaimer: Not…exactly travel related. 🙂

(Unless you count the slow-moving zombies)


I’m not sure what it was that finally drove me to watch zombies (The Walking Dead pilot) tonight. Maybe it was Jon and Chris’ long-harbored love obsession (Old friends. Jon will love this show ’till the day he turns into a zombie himself). Maybe…it was watching eight episodes of Parks and Rec in a row.. and realizing in sheer panic, how close I’m getting to the end. (It will never end. I’m in denial. Let me be.)

However it happened.

It happened.

And let me tell you a thing.

It is intriguing. No! Humbling. When you find yourself– a strong, independent woman– hiding underneath a blanket from anything. Especially zombies. I’m sure there’s residual slobber and chew marks on my blanket. Desperate times.

I also imagined.

Couples snuggling up to protect each other from smelly flesh-bags.

My cat came and found me instead.

It turned out to be a pretty great night after all. 🙂

The Hyena Den

My second hostel and already so different!
I hear deep voices yelling and high-pitched cackling from inebriated girls below. I didn’t even make it to the door before I was harassed. I didn’t even check in. That has to be some sort of record, at least. 🙂
Oh today.
It’s been a long one, friends.
But tomorrow will be better. And then I will be home. I almost miss it. 🙂

I’m Home

Well, that adventure is over. 🙂

Not “the” adventure, of course. The grand one continues on, past my final boarding pass.

Now that I have the time, I will probably go back and fill in the holes over the past days. But, for now, I think today is just fine.

If you’ve never traveled, and I don’t just say this because I am the sort that does, I highly suggest that you do. It doesn’t matter if you’re alone, or with a lover, or with your family… sometimes it’s just.. you find something when you lose yourself. When you explore beyond driving distance. Beyond your comfort zone even. If you’re with another person, you bond (Or break. People show different sides of themselves when they travel.). If you’re alone..well, it’s a different experience altogether really.

I shamefully cried the first day of my journey alone.

It ended up being one of the best vacations I ever went on.

You never know where life will take you. 🙂

Day 1: Reunited at the Airport (San Diego)

This story is a lot longer than the others. And a little boy crazy. I do apologize. I’m 21. There’s a lot of inner dialogue here as my mind races with adrenaline and as I remember things from the past. It has absolutely nothing to do with the subject I’m sure… 🙂 Feel free to skip this one. Honestly. If you’re looking for travel, read my other entries. I won’t blame you. This one’s almost….well… in memory of someone.

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Side Bit (While I eat my breakfast)

There is a very particular kind of communication going on here in Seattle.

I noticed it while walking down the streets.

It came up again, just now, as I collected my eggs from the kitchen.

The Seattle– nod.

Everywhere I go. Usually men? But women as well. If you look someone in the eye — you nod. You just do. Don’t be rude. I don’t know if it’s because I look like a local? Or if it’s politeness? It doesn’t happen with the wealthier citizens walking around 5th street.

Maybe because I look homeless.

Oh, well.

It was a little strange at first, but now I find myself bopping along. It’s nice, actually…. To acknowledge someone else’s existence like that, instead of curtly looking away.