A couple of weeks ago, we went to Seattle. My parents were visiting from Chile for three weeks, and we decided to go and do something new.
So we decided to take them to Seattle. By train.
I had never ridden in a train here in the US. I’ve been in many trains in Chile, growing up, and quite a few rides while we were in India last year. But never here.
It was Lucas’s and Siena’s first time also.
Funny enough, my parents had been in a long train trip last year, here. But not to Seattle. So that was new for them as well.
Before we had even crossed the Columbia River (not even 10 minutes away from the train station in Portland) we had had lots of comments and conversations about the difference between this ride (so far) and the ones we took in India.
We also crossed rivers. But the bridges, and the sights outside our windows were different.
We listened to some of the same stories.
But it was a different trip. Different train. Different country.
Even different knitting.
And it looked very different outside our window too.
But in some ways, we thought it felt the same.
And after few days, back to Portland. Another fun ride.
Few games while we waited.
And so many stories to tell Papa, when at home.
From Union Station to King Station, and back.
I have more pictures of our days in Seattle coming up. It was a fun trip for sure.