I explored a bit of portland yesterday. After a couple solid hours of book browsing at good old powell's, I stepped into the frigidness of outside, pulled on a hat, tied my scarf a little tighter, and set out...The sky was its usual, January shade of grey, and though the clouds threatened rain, bikers seemed to not take notice, peddling with vigor down w. burnside.
I didn't know where I was going, but, in my opinion, that is how it's done best. On foot, you can't get too lost. And, even if did, just a little, I conveniently found myself standing in front of an italian bakery. Via Delizio. Delicious. perfect. It was lunchtime. At the counter, I stood there wondering that same thing I often wonder. If you know how to actually pronounce a foreign word, using the proper foreign accent, do you do it? even if you're in Oregon, and not Rome? The word was Umbria. I said it the american way, "I'd like the panini uhm..bree..ah." I knew I should have said it the real way as soon as the incidentally italian man responded, with, "a what?" Argh.
At any rate, the panini was quite good and after warming up, I again began my aimless wandering.
I saw this church. Liked it. Took a picture of it. Same with the window. If it hadn't been so cold out, I would have been more inclined to take my camera out and document more of what I thought was lovely. But, it's January in the pacific northwest. At least I made it outside.
