Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Final day. (Part 2)

One of the many bits of advice that I received about coming here to Seattle, is from my dentist. He told me to make sure that I visited Chinatown, but to make sure that I visited in the daytime, which is exactly what DIDN'T happen. We got off of our bus with little idea of where to go, or where we were at 11 o'clock at night. The smell of pot softly wafted through the damp air, but miracously, the three "stupid Americans" managed to find a bus and a bus stop to get us back across the city. Then, we got a call- it was from Christie.

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