I'm in O.C.C. with Andreu right now. He's in between classes doing math homework, so I figure I have more of a chance to write about Washington while it's still somewhat fresh in my mind. It's already been over a month so I have to get it all on paper as soon as I can.

On the ride to Spokane I just listened to music in the back seat and watched the scenery. It was enjoyable.

We arrived in a little under two hours. The plan was that my uncle would meet us in front of the mall downtown.

Now just to refresh your memory, my uncle and I hadn't met since I was 12. When I was 12 I was about five foot four inches tall, I wore clothes from L.L. Bean that my grandmother picked out for me, and I had braces, glasses, long ratty hair, and zits... the works of a stereotypical junior high dork.

Now, there I was with neon orange hair, high heel boots, and a guitar case that was plastered with stickers, some of which were quite obscene.

Poor man. He didn't see it comin.

He finally pulled up in a white truck. He was much shorter than I'd imagined. He had trouble walking a little bit. His legs seemed stiff. I didn't need to be told that he was older than my grandfather. Though he was much more physically apt, his face had crisp defined wrinkles that showed he had smiled a lot. I later learned that most often he smiled when he was uncomfortable or nervous. Not to say he didn't the rest of the time, but I guess it probably wasn't a good time to judge. I mean it was his first time seeing this poor creature he once called a niece since she was an innocent and normal 12 year old dork. Alright... maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. He actually took a liking to me pretty quick considering the shock he must have gone through.

At first it was just lots of nervous small talk. Then finally he couldn't hold back any longer and autopilot kicked in. This man is a walking history book. He began telling me the stories about everything we passed. He drove us to a nice side of town showing me all of the nice houses and scenery. Eventually we made it down to this organic food place. Kind of like our version of Green Star.

We went in there and I ordered some hummus along with a wrap. We shared our views on religion, life, and maybe a little bit of politics. I shyed away from the politics as quickly as possible. I don't like talking politics, especially with family. At first I tried to do the same thing with the topic of religion, but when I mentioned I was agnostic he didn't seem offended at all. So I cautiously proceeded with the topic, and soon learned that he goes to the Unitarian Church. This is one of the only churches I know of that supports gay marriage. That really made me feel more at home. He was open minded. Later on I learned that he was kind of on the fence... he also attended anoooother church that was much less open minded. He confused me. Then again what member of my family didn't? I took it with a grain of salt and moved on.

He was quite disapproving about me smoking. At this point I still smoked like a chimney. Luckily he kind of got over it. Mostly.

Okay I know this one was short, but I'll write more soon. Haha, I say this like there's lots of readers out there or something.

Well if there are any, I'll be back. Ciao.

P.S. It's my 9th day without a cigarette!