We are on the second part of our big trip now, we’ve just hopped on a train and left Seattle and are spending one night in Vancouver before boarding for our Disney cruise tomorrow. Going from east to west coast I was wondering how the boys would go adjusting as there’s a three hour time difference and although it makes for an extra long first day, Hamish has a nap on the 5 hour flight and so he’s pretty good in the afternoon and night. I had bought these activity cards for the kids and it has dry erase pens and all these cards they can scribble on. They worked great and between those, the ipad and books they were great. Hamish loves traveling, he tells us all the time how much he enjoys staying in “howtels”. They love eating out and whine when I decide to have an impromptu room meal after stumbling across a grocery store. A plain simple meal in our room of steamed microwave veggies and chicken and fresh fruit. Being on the run for 2 weeks, I want to maintain some kind of nutrients in them.
Upon coming here there were two things that I really wanted to see. Being a huge Grey’s Anatomy fan I wanted to see Seattle Grace Hospital. So I did my research to find where it was located. It’s actually just a fictional location! It’s filmed on a set in LA. They do use some external shots of a television station building which is used for exterior shots to make it look like it’s located right next to the space needle. So we walk around the building a bit, we thought that the inside where they film all those foyer shots and sip coffee might be there. No. A McDreamy or McSteamy? No. But I did find a shirt which has ‘Seattle Grace Hospital Intern’ on it, which I wear around just in case.
The other thing I wanted to see was the iron throne prop from the Game of Thrones series. When I read about this online I was soooooo excited. It leaves for Winterfell (back to the studio for filming) the day we leave Seattle so I know we are extremely lucky to see it. I fell into this series by accident. The first episode I watched with disgust. I thought it was a bit of trash aimed at a certain male archetype, with touches of soft porn thrown in to grab an audience. What more could you want if you were a guy? But turns out the storyline was actually quite clever and because I don’t have time to invest in the books I’ve gone for the graphic novel version. The museum where this is exhibiting is absolutely brilliant. It has lots of props and costumes from movies, books and music and set out in the genres of fantasy, sci-fi, horror, music. It is definitely the highlight for me.
The boys drag me into one of those make believe recording studios where you pretend you are a band. They choose the name “Cave of the Monkeys” and we rock out to “Wild Thing”. I cringe just thinking about it. Hamish grooves on the guitar which was so heavy I thought he might not be able to lift it. But he does and he has this whole body swagger as he strums away. Dylan is our subdued drummer. I don’t think he realizes you can go to town as a drummer. No Dave Grohl there. I decide to hide in the corner on the keyboard, but I did get into character and play and scream and sing vocals Very badly. Lucky Fletch gets to be the main singer and belts it out complete with tambourine.
We take a cruise and see the harbour and Seattle shoreline. Sip coffee from the original starbucks and eat ecclairs in a french bakery in the markets. We go to a brilliant science centre and aquarium. We build lego at the kids museum. We see some exquisite glass sculptures at the Chihuly museum. We go up in the Space Needle and look at some spectacular views including mountain ranges with snow on the peaks. Also one of the great things about coming here in summer, Seattle has a reputation for being cloudy and rainy so the advantage of beautiful weather and no humidity is brilliant. Similar to Canberra in springtime – but with that lovely ocean smell!
In the aquarium Hamish sees sea otters. They are huge dog size ones, nothing like the tiny ones we’ve seen in Canberra zoo. He runs over and tells us, “hey, I just saw a prairie dog.” I correct him, “it’s actually an otter”. He very indignantly declares, hands flailing to emphasize the point, “No. Guys. Seriously!”
Today brings no words and no telling the four year old that there’s no prairie dogs at the aquarium.