Let's see, since we last visited in Minneapolis, I've started a new quarter at school and got to visit Seattle for the residency required for the course. Let me tell you a bit about that:
I took Amtrak with two other students - they are a year ahead of me in the program which comes in handy. In Seattle, we room at the College Inn with another Montanan from Butte. And it's remarkable 'cos we all get along so well. I love to hear what they have to say about what they're doing in Library school and otherwise. The only other 3 people I could stay with in a tiny room for a few days are probably my sisters and my daughter. Here are my buds at breakfast at the College Inn:
That's Stephanie, Lee, and Michelle. And WHAT HAPPENS IN SEATTLE STAYS IN SEATTLE! But of course, nuthin' happens. We are very studious people.
I have the privilege of being in a class with Steph and Michelle, and our project is about reference books for people who brew their own beer. Heh heh heh.
Steph and I had part of Saturday to mess about before we got back on the train - mostly finding new and exotic food (when you're from Montana, almost anything is new and exotic) - and shopping (but rarely buying) at Pike Place Market, and Westlake Center, and gee, just the bookstore at UW.
This is a giant vat of squeeky cheese curds being stirred - yummy later on the train (but reely squeaky).
And some Pike Place Market scenes: peppers...
and exhaustion from overstimulation when we finally got to the train station.
Just for the record, when Steph and I got on the train we had brought our dinner. And dinner was:
A California roll (sashimi) – 12 pieces, with soy and wasabi, naturally;
a salmon wasabi wrap;
a sampler from the cheese shop (four kinds of cheese)at Pike Place Market;
a gourmet “rustic” chocolate bar (that means that it’s more “grainy” the clerk said) with peppers in it;
three bottles of sparkling water, and one can of sparkling orange juice;
Ummm, a giant brownie;
Oh yeah, a fresh, round loaf of foccacia bread to go with the cheese;
About a half pound of squeeky cheese curds,
And I think there was something else but I forget. How could I forget?
So when we got off the train in Whitefish, we had to go out to breakfast, just in case there was a forgotten corner of our stomachs.
And I started a new blog - but I'll tell you about that later. Happy H&RBlocking! Love, Mary