Surprise, I’m in Seattle! Trust me, at this time last week, I had no idea that Kevin and I would be hopping on a plane on Saturday morning. Alas, we’ve been here with Kevin’s family for two days now, and so far I’ve made: glazed strawberry bread, double chocolate chip cookies, two batches of homemade pancakes, Nutella-stuffed cinnamon sugar muffins, fettuccine Alfredo, and two loaves of French baguettes.
Sounds like I’m cooking for an army, right? Nope, just Kevin’s parents and three brothers. Said brothers, especially the fifteen-year-old, can eat.
I had tentative exploration plans for the month of July, scoping out parks, trails, and other locales in the Denver area, but I’ll have to put those on hold since we’ll be in Washington state until July 29! Have I done anything yet besides cook an absurd amount of food? Nope. Luckily, I happened to catch a world-class view of Mount Rainier while our plane descended into Seattle International Airport early Saturday morning.
While I took this week’s featured photo minutes before we approached our final destination, one of the more humorous incidents during my travels happened about forty minutes after take-off. I had the window seat, and Kevin sat to my right in the middle seat. We flew United, and luckily, wound up on an airplane equipped with a variety of free films we could watch on our phones. As soon as the plane hit 10,000 feet, I was engrossed in Mean Girls (classic, am I right?) while Kevin watched some Zombie thing. Anyways, all of a sudden, a massive brown hiking boot came flying and hit me in the left leg. I cocked my head as the woman sitting in front of me turned around to pick it up as though flying boots are the norm on planes.
As a frequent traveler, I don’t think planes are truly the best place to remove your shoes. And then promptly lose your shoe. Really, it’s best just to leave your shoes on your feet.
Oh, and it didn’t stop there. Soon after the flying boot incident, she tried reclining her seat and, displeased with how little it reclined, turned around and punched the back of seat. Hard. I heard something inside the seat snap and the chair quickly fell back considerably more than it had been moments before. When the flight attendant came through the cabin to prepare for landing, he asked the woman to place her seat in the upright position. She said the seat was broken, and after a minute of struggling, the flight attendant arrived at the same conclusion.
Yep, I saw a woman break a seat on an airplane. That doesn’t happen every day, trust me.
Hopefully, I manage to squeeze a little exploring in this week, in between my seemingly incessant kitchen sessions. Hey, if you’re hungry and in the Seattle area, let me know. At present, there is quite a bit of bread on my father-in-law’s kitchen counter. Oh, and there’s about twenty pancakes in the freezer after yesterday’s family brunch.
