Travel is looking very different — or nonexistent — for a lot of us these days. A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of visiting a dear friend in Washington, and we explored the little towns of the Olympic Peninsula by day and cozied up to watch movies by night. Paired with slow, quiet mornings, cup of tea in hand, it was the perfect foray back into travel, sans crowds or stress.
Unlike Southern California, where most cities sort of bleed into each other as you drive, there are trees and greenery aplenty in between each town in this area of Washington. You can travel a relatively short distance and feel like you have traveled far and wide, as each town has it’s own character, quirks, and charms. Puget Sound is quietly omnipresent everywhere you go, a stunning blue-grey backdrop that is integrated into daily life in a way that fascinated me. Residents here will see it, have to go around it, over it, or through it every day. It made me reflect on “life on the water” in a new way, one very different from my youth living in San Diego not far from the beach. It’s not a spot to visit here, but part of the fabric of every day.
Little Manchester with its lovely views, the historic buildings of Port Townsend, the Scandinavian charm of Poulsbo, the windswept beaches near the Kingston ferry — I loved my time in Washington. If you’re looking for a place in unwind, explore, and spread your post-lockdown wings a little, maybe find a waterfront cottage on Airbnb and take in the serene charms of the Olympic Peninsula for a few days. Whatever you do, make sure to visit the bakery in Poulsbo. Trust. I could have cried at finding the bread I remember eating as a kid, best served toasted. Also perhaps the best apple strudel I have had in my entire life.
If you aren’t convinced yet, here is a smattering of photos from my visit. Enjoy!
Thank you so much, B, for being the best host and companion. Much love.
Votes are still being counted as we wait and hope, stress and wonder, cross our fingers and keep looking forward. Here is a poem I wrote some time ago that seems to fit my mood this week. I’m craving some mental quiet as we hope and wait, wait and hope. Wishing you some serenity this weekend.
You have my heart. I’m not sure you wanted it, but it sits on your desk (in the corner) where sometimes it catches your eye and you remember (me) for a while. It beats (for you) but mostly you don’t notice. So easy to take (for granted) sitting there on the shelf, gathering dust over the years. I can’t seem to ask for it back, as much as its absence pains me, because one day (I hope) you’ll realize what a treasure it is, how rare and precious a gift it is that you have, (there) on your shelf, that you mostly can’t help but ignore.
Oh Paris, how I love thee. I’ve been planning a Paris travel guide for some time, but it always seems daunting to distill my favorite city into a single post, as I could wax poetic for hours. I’ve been several times now, and with every return trip it feels more and more like my heart-home. This guide is far from comprehensive, but here are a few of my very favorite places to eat and visit in the City of Light.