My Seattle trip, as told through my iPhone 3G’s pics, videos, and my ramblings. Since I had flown into Seattle fairly late, I didn't get to see Syrahav when I arrived at the Atkins' residence. The next morning, in the deep recesses of my dreams, I could hear a noise. The only way I can describe this noise is to say it's a cross between a puppy's bark and the whisper of a rainbow.
This noise, in fact, was Syrahav saying, "Hi!" over and over again at the edge of the unfolded futon on which I was sleeping. I really can't remember the last time I emerged from sleep with a smile on my face. This day, I did, and I was laughing. What a great way to wake up: