Awkward little bags, confused face, foreign little couple, camera and city map in hand, perfect description of what you call a tourist. When you see a tourist you think that he, or she, is visiting the city and he, or she, has no clue of where he’s, or she’s, is going. As a citizen of the city you’re lead to believe that you know more about the city than anybody else when in reality it’s interesting to take notice that tourists end up knowing more about the city’s historical background as well as it’s landmarks than most of its residents. Isn’t that awkward when you think about it? It’s like if we had aliens that came and invaded planet earth and that turned out knowing more on our planet than we do. It’s generalized but it’s the whole concept. I just thought of that today, very random I know. But why am I talking about tourists anyways? Well it’s because I’m here, visiting from Ottawa, and my aunt lives here, so basically she has seen the entire city, or that’s what I thought. Today we did stuff that was new to both of us, like take the new train/metro that links the airport to the downtown area, take a harbour cruise around Seattle’s waterfront, and take the water taxi that links the downtown area to West Seattle. The day overall was really different because of several factors: we spent all of our day on the piers, we didn’t have any car, we saved a lot of money, and we walked a lot. But it was fun, especially the walking part in West Seattle, along the beach where you have the sea on one side and these very modern condos, as well as random ugly beach houses that are sold for almost 1 000 000$, on the other side. And another reason why the day was so different, it’s because it was the first time it rained while we were outside. See the thing is we were waiting in line to get onto our ship when all of a sudden it starts pouring on us. Major problems: we don’t have any roof to go under since we’re in line, we aren’t dressed in consequence of the temperature, and it’s freezing because we’re on the side of the ocean. How worse can it get...okay, maybe it can’t get worse. If only the ship had crashed into something and we would of had needed to jump overboard would I have said that something went wrong...but that wasn’t the case.
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Yellow Lies
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Not lines...because lines guide me...
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Did I even explain why I was talking about tourists?! I’m not so sure, so here’s how I can put it to you in a phrase: my aunt and I both tried new things in the city that we never did before, like tourists.
Did I even explain why I was talking about tourists?! I’m not so sure, so here’s how I can put it to you in a phrase: my aunt and I both tried new things in the city that we never did before, like tourists.
I ate Chinese food for supper and it seems that my mouth is on fire. I don’t do to well with spicy food, and to me spicy is simply tangy to some normal people. I don’t know why, I just don’t like it. I’m not the type of guy that sacrifices flavour for spiciness when in the end the only thing it does is makes your mouth so numb that you can’t taste anything else. That’s my point of view, think what you want.
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My Only Purpose
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Is to be with you...
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We finally found those yellow Converses I desperately want, and the nice girl at the store put them on hold for me until Monday! Now the only thing I have left to do is to go to the store, try on the shoes (which fit, I already checked) and purchase them. It’s easy and simple.
We finally found those yellow Converses I desperately want, and the nice girl at the store put them on hold for me until Monday! Now the only thing I have left to do is to go to the store, try on the shoes (which fit, I already checked) and purchase them. It’s easy and simple.
Before I leave, we took the train to get back home tonight and I was sitting in the back with my aunt. Behind me was a guy slightly older than me, and to my right 2 girls, one in the seat in front of the other one. Anyways, it’s not important; my point was that when we leaved the station we suddenly stopped after entering a tunnel. We stayed immobile for quite a while until some people came to peek at the cabin window to see what was going on. Turns out a bus had broken down in front of us and it was impossible to continue through without moving the bus. Great, what are we supposed to do now? Funny enough after 5 minutes people started talking to each other, obviously letting out their frustration on the problem at hand. My question was: Why do people wait for disaster to strike to socialize and create a bond between two individuals. Can’t we just cross somebody on the road and start a conversation with them, and will it ever be achieved. I’m guessing no...because I’m the type of guy that just walks right through your scenery without saying a word.
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