After arriving in Portland last night at almost 2 in the
morning, we were bushed. The people at the front desk, who I had alerted as to
our late arrival, greeted us with the news that our room we had reserved was no
longer available. Instead, they gave us a hospitality suite with a sofa bed and
a rollaway. The room was huge, and they comped us breakfast and valet parking
so we ended up on top. 
Steve and I explored Portland today. It was a Sunday, so I
am guessing it is much like Cincinnati in that it is busier during the work
week. We made our way by the waterfront, across the Burnside Bridge, into the
more local side of Portland, and back through a street market. The market is
called The Saturday Market, but the sign says “Now Sundays Too.” It was full of
craft clothing and articles for the home, as well as foods from places across
the globe like Baghdad, Horn of Africa, Beirut, Poland, Greece, and all over
Asia. We passed Voodoo Doughnuts, which was on my list of places to visit, but
the line was 30 people deep, so I skipped it. Too touristy now.
Tonight we are awaiting our red-eye flight back to New Jersey at the
Portland airport.
