Keep Portland Weird

A few days before we arrived in Portland, my uncle had sent me an email about a concert that would be going on when we were in town. The band was called Vagabond Opera, and they were billed as "Bohemian absurdist cabaret, exploring numerous Euro musical traditions with an operatic heart and a punk soul". It took all of about one second to decide to go. After all, when in Portland…

Before the concert started, we had some time to tour the adjacent rose gardens. Aimee stopped to smell them.

The concert was great, and the crowd was better.

This is a real place. It exists, and people live here.

After the concert, we headed over to a pretty amazing ice cream shop. We had to kill some time before we met up with one of Aimee’s old peace corps buddies. Also, ice cream.

We met Aimee's buddy at another Portland brewery and had a great chat. He told us how he had recently gotten engaged in a central Mexico eco-lodge while Aimee and I wrote down the address. We talked for a couple of hours before we remembered how early our train left the next day.

But before we headed home, we had one more stop to make.