Today I woke up early and snuck out on my own. I walked passed charming bungalows and gardens overflowing with color. I made my way through the damp, morning, quiet to my new favorite cafe for an americano and some writing. My sister and I are in Portland, Oregon, this week visiting family. There has been a brand new baby, an amazing food truck lunch, sightseeing, hikes, and art projects. There are roses everywhere. I'm loving the vibe here, all the great coffee and local artisans, and I feel pretty cool trekking around with my grandmother who has lived in Portland for nearly 50 years. All you hipsters got nothin' on my Grandma! We stopped by Peninsula Park's rose garden yesterday, and she said it was as full and beautiful as she'd ever seen it.