We hadn’t seen our adopted home of Seattle in nine months. Seattle, the place where we met, where both of us have spent the majority of our adult lives. What would it be like to see it again? What would it be like to see people we know, to play at the Pike Place Market, to stop in at all of our favorite haunts, all the familiar places, dodge the all-too-familiar drizzle? Would it be summer? Would it still be soaking spring?
But first we had to get there.
We flew from Paris to Minneapolis, MN with only a brief stop in the Iceland airport. Our schedule started almost immediately when we arrived– Rachel had set up a five-date tour back to Seattle, and our three days of space between flying and tour would be occupied almost entirely by visiting friends, recovering from jet-lag, and finding a car for our drive back to Seattle.