My family came to visit! For the first time ever, they were all here at the same time. I love these people. Because they’re just like me. I’m kidding. I love em cause they’re not like me (…at least not all the time). Here’s what we did when “we” weren’t seeing my show too many times for one weekend:

Took a dip in some drinking chocolate at Cacao. Then kicked back like movie stars in the digs at Hotel Deluxe.

When my Dad finally drew the line at too much shopping (is there such a thing?!), we struck out into the wildnerness to hike Multnomah Falls. A train passing through, Coho Salmon in the river… perfection.

There were burritos. La Bonita, I carry you in my heart. And my thighs until I get back into kickboxing more regularly – but MAINLY my heart.

There was also an incident with a S’mores Waffle (sweet pancakes, did we add ice cream to it too?) from Flavour Spot.

Then there was this little gem on Mississippi – which is full of brilliant vintage shops, breweries, cafes and boutiques – but this place stands out to me. As a magical land of salt, chocolate… and efflorescence. (I had to look that up and even now I’m not sure it’s right, here.) The Meadow.

There was a mysterious trip through Powell’s…

And the grand finale… the long anticipated late-nite visit to Potato Champion. Get outta town poutine. And perfect pommes frites to smother in delicious sauces. Even on a cold and rainy Saturday nite, it was killer people watching. My sister and I always say that we eat our way through Portland when she visits every year. But it’s true. Portland is so foodie-licious, we just can’t help ourselves.