Seattle, Day Three

My, oh my. Here's the third day.

 Insert a shout out to the best Sassy. And travel buddy. Heehaw, I love this picture and my Where's Waldo self in the window.

 I continually called the Seattle Center the Space Center. This, however, is the Space Needle.

Every small child in Seattle was adorable. I don't even care if I'm creepy. 

 The International Fountain.

 For real, we went to the center of the universe. The big pole says so.

The Fremont Troll. The big nasty ate a car...

 Tourist.

 OH MY GOSH. The best sandwich I've ever eaten. A B.L.A.T with herb french fries and sage aioli. Delish to the max.

Hey, it's that sign again.

 He loved his yo-yo. Actually, loved is an understatement.

Sunset. God. Beauty. Synonymous. 

I finally got to see the mountain from the airplane. The man next to me didn't mind that I leaned over him to snap a shot. Being in the air dwarfed it just a little...

As you can see, Seattle was a good time. The weather, absolutely flawless; the doughnuts, cakey and delicious; the people, helpful. Seattle and Chicago are still vying for first place in my heart right now, but I'll have to try them both out again before I really make a decision. 

One thing's for sure: Chicago's public transportation trumps Seattle's, but that's all I'll say about that.

In other news, this girl left for school yesterday. 

It was a good summer...