Portland: meat, whiskey, Swedish breakfasts, sunny days, and lots of coffee.

While I’m behind on most things, I can’t complain about the amazing time I had in Portland and being reminded about how easy it is to connect, talk, and be with people. Much energized just in time to get extremely caught up on everything else.

Portland included Broder breakfast, an introduction to aqauvit, the Ace Hotel, the Portland Museum of Art (and a show that made me weak in the knees in addition to Beuys and Rothko), missing my bike, Olympic Provisions, and more Rothko. This isn't even the beginning of the things tasted, enjoyed, and thought. I remember why I wanted to move here last time I visited.

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