Not The Usual Arizona View

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We flew in to Seattle this morning, that’s why. I didn’t know what I was thinking, booking a flight at 7:10am, fully knowing that we’re both not morning persons. We got up at an ungodly hour, usually the time when I just start to dream. We were in line at the security check at 6:30am and we got out barely making it to our zone’s boarding. The line was the longest I’ve been in and I was afraid we’d miss our flight. In all of my previous flights the officers ask who have flights coming up in the next 30 minutes so they’ll be able to get to the front of the line. This morning I heard a couple of them tell passengers who were saying they were going to be late that they would have to ask permission from the people lining up — yes, each one of them ahead of you. At that time of the day, people are not happy to let you get passed them. That was interesting.

After a challenging pre-flight, we were welcomed by my parents and were blessed with a beautiful sunny, and picturesque day in Seattle:

There were tons of people downtown, especially in and around Pike Place Market. I almost forgot it was a weekday afternoon with all the crowds.

We ate a lot. Oh noes. My dad has a fat calculator gadget thing that I blatantly refuse to hold, especially after all that food. Don’t add insult to ‘injury’.
More pictures to come, of course. For now, rest assured we are not missing in action. But we definitely are eating in action! Harhar.

Notes on photos:

1. View from the plane before landing.

2. Pike Place view. And no, the one on the left is not my dad. Not the one with the mohawk either. Hehe.