Seattle is known for a number of things; Bill Gates, grunge music, coffee, suicide and rain (lots and lots of rain). To many, including Seattleites, you have part of the picture but the whole painting is far from complete with that claim. The Emerald City runs on the life and soul of people that can’t be bothered by the status quo. They having a seeming desire to be as different from the stereotypes of their fair city as possible. For every Starbucks there is a independent roaster like Lighthouse or Cafe Lardo that tell, no demand, that their coffee is better because of the love and small, punk rock nature of their life lines. In essence, people do their thing and don’t give a damn what you think about them.
My six days in Seattle was a mix of walking up and down some hilly streets with the middle parts being accompanied by some of the finest food and most delicious beers that anyone with their six senses could ask for. Couple this with low to mid 70 degree temperatures and mostly sunny skies and there is little more than a massage on Mt Rainier that could be the proverbially cherry on the top of a stay.
