For the Labour Day weekend last year, Vicky, Claudia and I paid a south-of-the-border trip to Portland. We got the train down from Vancouver, which was fun in and of itself (as soon as we stepped onboard, we already felt like we were in the US thanks to little touches like the garbage bin being labelled “Trash.” I feel like Canadians never use the word “trash”?!). Aaaanyway, the eight or so hours on the train went by pretty quickly, and we were in Portland by late afternoon. I know it’s got a reputation for being one of America’s rainiest cities, but for the few days we were there, the weather couldn’t have been more perfect: sunny but not oppressively hot. I really think that the weather you have while visiting somewhere new can really cloud your perception of it; had we seen Portland in grey, rainy weather, we might have not liked it so much. As a city, it’s definitely got that very West Coast vibe going on. It reminded us of Seattle, but I think I probably even preferred it to Seattle…it was obviously more compact, and I found the attractions there more enjoyable (I thought Seattle’s Pike Place Market was incredibly overrated, and I could take or leave the Space Needle). We got a 2-day pass on a hop-on, hop-off Big Pink sightseeing trolley, which worked out perfectly, allowing us to see 12 of the city’s major sights at our leisure. All in all, we loved our time in Portland. Now that we’re living apart, it’s rare for us all to be able to take a trip together, and Portland just happened to be the perfect backdrop for spending some quality sister time 🙂