Yesterday, in an attempt to appreciate my home town, I stopped at Spanish Landing and took a little walk in the tiniest strip park along the harbor. It was just lovely. Until about 30 sailors nearly trampled me in a horrible jogging accident. Okay, okay. It wasn't like I walked into the middle of a marathon.* They were going in singles and groups of up to four, it seemed. And they dodge walkers very well. Mostly I looked at sailboats, grass, sky, that one guy... Then I headed over to Little Italy for a caffe latte. *not like that time we drove into the Cody Stampede. That was an oopsy I won't soon forget... So we were visiting Cody, Wyoming on our first cowboy vacation. We knew there'd be a rodeo and we were looking forward to it. Driving into town to visit the Buffalo Bill Historical Center, we became aware of about 200 cows and numerous cowboys headed straight for us and not a block away! "Aah! Turn! Turn!" I shouted. The Man of the Place did so and parked. We hopped out and watched the rest like a parade. It ended well. I bought beads.

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Any local colleges teach Japanese?
Check out what I did:
http://pnwbookgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-going-around.html
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