Motel 6 Everett South
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... towards Pioneer Square, the
old historical centre of Seattle. On the way we were lured by some live music
to the Harbour Steps, where a free concert was taking place as part of a summer
series. The band was called The Paperboys, and they sounded like a gypsy jazz
band. We stopped off at a Mexican café beside it and ate “wet burrtios” that
were thicker than my forearm and almost as long. I didn’t finish it of course,
and like any good backpacker asked ...
... to bed around 5:00am Portland time. About 24 hours since we left. Ok this blogging is new to me and I want to post this now. Adding photos will come later. My BFF Jenn is blogging and she thinks I am copying her which I am at it irritates her which even brings me more joy! But blogging is kind if *************'t know if I can keep it up. The ...
... colors as well as is not heading to necessarily must consist involving shower heads or perhaps full waiting showers. Whether or Not any bathroom is actually remodeled to obtain a new shower, shower, or perhaps any bath inside a bathtub depends all through the actual client's inclination.
Occasionally a new villa may benefit from your add-on on a complete new bathroom. Incorporating any bathroom on to a home can become a significant project that is ...
... chewing gum. Very disgusting! I get photos after warning the kids not to touch it at all!
Considering the time, we start walking back to our motel – this whole trip has been great exercise! We’re heading past the original Starbucks again, and as there isn’t much of a queue, we stop off to grab a coffee. Walking back, we get some great sunsets, and head into our motel for the evening, and some well-deserved ...
... me a ripe peach. The act of kindness was far more rejuvenating than the fruit itself. When I finally found US2, I pack down, held up my cardboard sign and stuck my thumb out. Probably a hundred cars passed me without more than a discouraging glance and I really didn't know what to expect. Soon enough, a big truck pulled over and the country man inside offered me a ride 20 miles down the road to his bar. I accepted and we talked exclusively about muscle cars. He proudly showed me ...