Well… Sometimes I cannot find internet, but none the less…I shall blog, you better believe.
I type this sitting on the deck of what one referred to it as a co-op home. The occupancy numeration is undetermined, the walls are littered with posters about the inner soul and BoyzIIMen (apparently the B2M is a “family heirloom) and the wonderful souls that I have met who live here are into ‘circus, yoga and healing. PLUS there is an alternative library that occupies the 2nd floor. Crazy wonderful ay? They weren’t even the people I was suppose to couch surf with…it just kind of happened after a successful movie showing at the Old Foundry thanks to Naomi and Seeds of Change. Donovan and his partner Hillary were on hand to make a batch of humus with delicious fallafel and Jack, an old crooner from Georgia filled in with song as well as the bearded and very Emile Hirsch-esque Eric, who also has a pension for whipping out a physical trick or two. Not making much sense ay? One of those you had to be there moments to really appreciate it. It was a wonderful day in Bellingham…the ride here was super tough, but I am hoping the rest goes well.
Off the Anacortes and beyond!