a person who is traveling or visiting a place for pleasure.
Yeah. That was us. Some people balk at the idea of going to a place, doing a thing, eating something, lest they be labeled a "tourist." But, not I. Mostly. I once missed ordering the best salad in France, because a stupid guidebook cautioned against eating from a particular part of town that was strictly for tourists. My mom got the salad, and I took a bite... now that delicious salad haunts me, and taunts me, and I should have behaved like a tourist when I had the chance.
Now that we weren't dependent on public transportation (which, btw, is actually quite awesome in Portland,) we could go further afield, and squeeze more into our day. We began in Alberta Arts, which will always be a sentimental favorite, because it was my introduction to Portland, when I chanced to land in this gem of a neighborhood before a flight home.
Kim, I wanted to fly you over, and walk through this wonderland with you. Some pictures I took, thinking "For Kim. For Kim. For Kim." Your art belongs here, too.
This was an epic tourist moment. Traveling, and visiting places for pleasure.
Now, dinner. Away to American Dream Pizza, and as it happens, some more art, of a kind...
And finally, as tourists, we make a very tourist move... can you guess where?