Disclaimer: This post is one of those that ended up being written years after the experience was had. Sadly, there were no notes taken so whatever is shared here must be extracted from the images and what memories they may have lent us. Fortunately, there was an itinerary still in my directory of travel plans, so that will help with some details. As to why this wasn’t noted or blogged about, I was in the throes of writing/editing my book Stay In The Magic and felt that any other deep writing would derail that fragile effort.

Flying out on the last flight to Seattle, Washington, as not only is it the cheapest flight of the evening, it’s non-stop. Tagging along with us is one of our favorite baristas from our local Starbucks, where I’ve been transcribing and editing my book; her name is Rainy. We’ve been trying to offer our favorite baristas something more meaningful than another dollar in the cup that will be chopped up and shared with half a dozen of their co-workers. Rainy was the person who was always vocal in her envy of how frequently we were traveling. Asking her why she didn’t travel more, she mentioned being trapped in the cash flow/debt spiral, so we offered her free accommodations and a plane ticket if she’d like to hang out with us for five days; she’s asleep on Caroline’s left.