Ryan's parents are in town this week, visiting from St. Louis. This isn't their first time here, but the last time they were - we were all busy trying to put on a little wedding. The wedding plans and hoopla somewhat overshadowed any tourism that they had in mind.
Imagine that.
The Peters family took over Seattle on Saturday. I played tour guide for Danny and Chris. But, I should probably keep my day job.
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Gum Wall at Pike's Place |
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Danny and Chris at the Gum Wall |
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Market sign |
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Market piggy bank |
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Amazing bouquet we brought home |
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View of the sound |
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Cool stuff for sale |
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View of Seattle Rock 'n Roll marathon-ers running down Alaskan Way Viaduct |
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Rode the crazy-fast elevator of this guy |
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View of Lake Union from Needle |
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View of downtown Seattle from Needle |
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I think you can see Bremerton? |
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Love birds on top of the world |
All in all, it was a great (and tiring) day, and I think Danny and Chris got to see some of the highlights of Seattle tourism. I think they were amazed at the amount of people out-and-about, especially compared to downtown St. Louis. Rachel and Spencer joined us for a little bit, after they realized that a bus wasn't coming for them.
We had lunch at some little place downtown, and it may possibly be the last time I eat fettuccine alfredo. Ever. Not three bites into my lunch, my stomach decided it wasn't too happy and completely kicked my you-know-what. After that, I became the tour guide who frequently stopped to sweat a little, breathe through my nose and out the mouth, and dance around a little.
You would have thought I had just run the marathon.
Take Luck,
LP
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