I arrived yesterday, and I was immediately impressed with
Portland when the first three restrooms I used all had the eco-friendly,
water-conserving dual flush system on the toilets. A small, perhaps random and
bizarre detail, but one that I think speaks a great deal to the character of
the city, and perhaps myself. After picking up my economy rental
car, I wandered around downtown Portland until it was time to meet Kim and her
friends for happy hour at a swanky hotel rooftop bar. The view was incredible.
And, I apparently “lucked out” in terms of the weather. It was cool but not
cold… brisk. And the sky was cloudless. In fact, I lamented the fact that I had
left my sunglasses in the car the moment I stepped onto the large patio area.
Departure, aside from boasting of its excellent panoramic views of the city and
river, had incredible ambiance. The décor was trendy yet sophisticated, the
waitresses wore super fashion-forward eggplant-colored dresses, and the crowd
in general was very posh… not really what I was expecting to find in Portland. Friends
of mine who have recently visited the city reported that Portland isn’t
really one for promoting fashion, but my first night in town told a completely different
story. The girls I met (Kim’s friends: Jen, Deb, Rachelle, and Sarah) were all
dressed in high style. In fact, I had fashion inspiration from all of their
unique and individualized outfits. After dinner, Kim and I went back to her
house in Burlingame, where Kip, her husband, and Cruz, their darling 17-month-old
son, welcomed me. Cruz was supposed to be asleep, but when we arrived at the
house around 8:30, the crib was more his jungle gym than sleep zone… so Kim and
I went in to say hello. Aside from the lovely hospitality, Kim and Kip’s house
is the kind you want to snuggle into. There were old hardcover books
EVERYWHERE. I thumbed through books that were so old, I couldn’t even find the
date of publication. If not for some of the inscriptions, I would have been unable
to guess the dates. The books had gorgeous pages with patterned colorful
designs on the opening pages. They just don’t make ‘em like that anymore. Sonnets from the Portuguese and Pride and Prejudice were my favorite
finds. Kim showed me her wedding photos, which were stunning… they looked like
a movie-star couple. After one more glass of wine and a tour of the house,
which had an air dehumidifier (a crazy notion to a SoCal girl), we went to bed
around midnight.
When I woke, Kim prepared a hearty breakfast, I chased Cruz
around a bit, and then I was off to explore Portland. I walked along the Park
Blocks for my morning, and then headed down to the Pearl District, where I
wandered about art galleries, shops, cafes, and one of my favorites, Powell
Bookstore—any literature lover’s haven. Then, to rejuvenate myself from hours
of strolling, I happened to stumble across an Italian restaurant that, despite
the few old men drinking coffee at a single table and the young barista tending
to the morning duties, I was sure they were closed. However, the minute I saw
the name, Piazza Italia, I recognized it—Rachelle’s recommendation for great
Italian food. I assessed the situation more carefully, and against my better
judgment and hesitation to entering a restaurant that was clearly not yet open
to the public for lunch and was definitely not a coffee shop, I ventured in. I
sat alone at a table near the window and ordered a cup of black coffee (a real
treat for this tea drinker). The owners and their son, the barista, were
speaking Italian. The men at the table across the restaurant were speaking
English. I noticed one had a copy of Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men, and I hoped that perhaps they were there as part
of a book club or something. Piazza Italia has televisions showing Italian
channels, so I had a chance to practice my deciphering skills; PI has jerseys
from professional soccer teams hanging from the ceilings and an impressive wine
wall along the exposed brick (another thing I love about Portland because it
seems to be the backbone of every building); PI has a deli area with Italian
meats (prosciutto, mortadella, salami, bologna… you name it) and freshly baked
Italian rolls and loaves. One of the men says to the barista, “We were thinking
about your beautiful sister,” to which the barista replies in his gorgeous
Italian accent, “Yes, you think too much about my beautiful sister.” I smiled.
It was a rare moment for me. I had plenty of work to do, and yet I didn’t pull
anything from my backpack. I just sat and listened to the television reporting
American news in Italian. I listened to the chatter of the men. I watched the
passersby. I sipped my coffee without any distraction to remove me from the present
moment. It was incredible… something I should do more often.
After coffee, I walked over to YoYo Yogi, a yoga studio that
is my kind of studio—no mirrors, the kind of place that values the spiritual
side of yoga. I then drove over to NW 23rd Avenue, where I enjoyed a
glass of red wine (Vajra Rosso) and beet salad with Portland chevre at Kim’s
recommendation, Papa Haydn. After spending the rest of the day walking around
the area, I departed for the three-hour drive to Bend, where the Greenstone’s had
dinner waiting.
The drive to Bend was absolutely stunning. Once I was on
highway 22, I noticed that the roads were wet. This puzzled me. Not a cloud in
sight. Certainly no sprinklers… it was the middle of unadulterated nature. Then
I saw the hovering above the steadily flowing river, which ran along the road nearly
the entire way with only a break for the lake, was a thick mist or a fog or
billowing of moisture. The trees were all different colors, there weren’t
houses for miles and miles, and the views of the Bachelor flooded the distance
around every turn. Autumn was in full swing, and it made me sad that California
keeps pushing off my favorite season.
As I pulled onto the gravel road leading to their house,
Arielle and Lily came running out the front door and barreling down the
driveway to greet me. It was the best part of my day, and let me just say, this
was a damn fine day. More to come on my adventures in Bend.
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