Christmas is never the best day to find a fantastic breakfast, but there is a coffee shop open around the corner from the hotel. The girl working there has a lovely French accent without any hint of a superior attitude. Truly delightful.
Then, it's a quick walk to the bus station and a tolerable journey back to Seattle. I have a modest pile of Christmas gifts to open and all the elements of a superb Christmas dinner await me in the refrigerator at home.
2 comments:
Didja unwrap th French waitress?
Of course not. She may have been sweet and pleasant, but she would have taken all my money...in about five seconds (I don't have that much money).
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