It was the beginning of a week of travel to various points and (little did I know it) a bit of tracing through my past lives. It began with a flight to Portland where I was served orange juice then fruit and a croissant and a vegetarian main course before I went to stay at the Hotel Lucia where the room was quite elegant in many views with a nice bathroom and a second nice bathroom (I wondered if that was to share with the neighbors) but a limited view of the city which, I suppose, could be best seen from this book because of the rain. They were nice enough to come welcome me with a note, water and chocolate and they offered great flexibility in pillows reading material and music.