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.