Alaskan Visitor

This week Uncle David has been visiting Portland attending a class, and we had the good fortune of seeing him. In the photo above, David and Ezra pose in the patio of the r over priced Peruvian restaurant where we went for dinner. It was good, just a little too she-she for my tastes. I took U.D. to the sensory overload known as Last Thursday. Here in Portland every Thursday is an opportunity to attend some artistic event. First Thursday is held downtown, second and third Thursday are somewhere that I don't know (but I know they're out there), and Last Thursday is here in my hood. I generally don't go because it is so wacky and supremely overwhelming. There are vendors, food, art, people dressed up crazy (some on stilts), street musicians, drum circles, face painting, hoolahoops, fossils, and people people people up the wazoo. The sidewalks are crammed so you can't even really look at any of the gorgeous wares on sale because you're just trying to not step on the wiener dog dressed in leopard print.

David commented that as many people that were on the street was probably about equal to how many people live in the town where he lives, Wrangell, Alaska. It was the first time he'd ever seen someone play a saw! Pretty cool.

Maybe a bit much, I probably should have taken him to a quiet park for a walk. O'well, something new and different. He took it well.

At the Peruvian Restaurant I had clams and David had some Snapper. Ezra really liked drinking the clam juice from the shell. He also liked the yucca and purple potatoes that garnished the dish.
His favorite was definitely the orange crayon he received as an appetizer.

So thanks for spending some time with us Uncle David, and we swear we'll be coming up to Wrangell pronto! We won't bring the art walk.