The Inuit people of North America have a hundred words for snow. The same is true with Seattleites and rain. In the six days I was there we had mist, light mist, heavy mist, rain, drizzle, sprinkles, scattered showers, light showers, sporadic showers, downpours, heavy rain, and cats & dogs. (Just kidding about the last one. Though if I heard Renee Montagne say it, I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash.
Despite the weather, which really wasn’t all that bad, Seattle is an amazing city. Socially-conscious, artistic and open, I felt like I was in a near-perfect hybrid of Edinburgh (weather) and Boston (kick-arse city on the water), but with the added benefits of liberal hippie/yuppieism with a dash of ironic hipster, lest everyone get too serious about it all. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that if I had visited in 2007, I would now be writing this blog from Seattle instead of Boston. And yet, how wonderful to fall in love with a place and know that it will always be there for a visit.
So, without further ado (and maudlin meaderings) here are some photographic highlights:
(More pics on Flickr!)