Reunion with amigos Tadhg & David. Bicycle rights. Voodoo doughnuts. Poutine. Caffeine. Body art. Hobos named Spyder. PBR. Hawthorne. Accordions.
It’s been nothing but good times here in the Pacific NW. While I wish I were here for a year and not a week, one must be grateful that such moments even happened, that I know the amazing people I do, and that Portland is as weird as it is.