The flight from Orange County to Seattle proved to be simple--short, but sweet. The walk in my Stiletto Low-Cuffed-Booties from SeaTac/Light Rail Station to the Condo on the other hand, was cold, wet and long. Boy was my arm burning--pulling my tightly-packed clothing for seven days proved to be quite muscle-defining. Arriving on the 14th floor of the Elektra left me chilly and ready for something warm as I looked out onto the beautiful gray native to Seattle. Shortly after dressing down from my "I'm traveling-on-a-plane-and-I'm-single" look, I threw on some much flatter riding boots and headed straight for to Pike Market, where I singled out the greenest, most gorgeous produce pieces of Ginger, Celery, Broccoli, Carrots, Garlic, Onions and Cilantro from their Farmer's Market to whip up my Chicken soup! The streets of Seattle, still wet from an earlier drizzle, were filled with people, each with a mission of their own. Though Seattle-ites are a proud bre
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