Sleeping in Seattle

Buckingham – we head to the famous Pike Place where the fish markets are this morning…in the rain again.   Mark and I wander around outside (still in the rain) while Lisa checks out the interior.    We later discover that dogs are allowed in some of the covered sections so we have gotten needlessly wet. Lunch means being acrobatically perched on bar stools on uneven ground at one of the fish stalls.   Lisa samples the ciopino which she says it’s as good as hers whilst Mark orders the typical fish and chips, the dish he always regrets afterwards because of the excessive amount of grease.  He often tells Lisa to stop him from ordering his national dish but Lisa gives up… what’s the point?!  As for me, I am happy because I get to taste battered fried fish for the first time in my 8 1/2 years despite Lisa’s abject objection.   Yummiest although it’s too small of a morsel.  Did I really taste it?

We head to the flagship REI store where Lisa searches for her Arc’teryx whilst   Mark and I happily snooze in the car : A, because I have no business needing a ski jacket and B, because Lisa doesn’t want Mark to ‘body- guard’ her nor follow her around like a shop security person.    No luck, the shop sold out of her favourite brand of her ski wear so we drive home.

The initial plan is to buy some seafood in Pike’s Market so they can have a home cooked meal since Los Altos but their host Bryan has a group of friends around so they decide to try out a local Greek restaurant and for the first time I am allowed to stay home and freely mingle with Bryan’s guests.   It’s a pleasant change from being left in the back of the car so I am content.

No interesting pics today … what’s the point of taking photos of grey rain?

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