I have not forgotten you, dear Internet.  We are wrapping up our big Portland adventure with a last Servas visit with some lovely upscale folks in one of Portland most desirable neighborhoods - which is like Carolina Place turned up about 30 notches. 

We have in fact spent the last several days in high style. 

Our friends Max and Tali live in the coolest neighborhood we've seen in Portland and we spend a few days at their place- this is true walk to everything - they have 16 coffee places within 1/2 mile I think - one great one a block and 1/2 from the house, a schoolyard park right up the street plus a Fred Meyer a mere two blocks away.  There is even a Crossroads and a Buffalo Exchange within 3 blocks.  The neighborhood is called Sunnyside even becasue it is just that awesome.  They've just finished a complete remodel and addition on their already awesome house so that it now includes a basement suite (sweet) and an new second story and boasts an elevator (Max uses a wheelchair) and speakers all over the places.  They are a really cool family with twin 4-year-old boys and a baby girl on the way and have been super generous with their cool digs.  We got one or two nights with them before the left us at their place for the weekend while they went on an annual camping trip North of Seattle.  I been going to yoga classes, walking to coffee and doing a little girl time shopping while the boys play out and about. 

Sunday we moved to Max and Tali's loft studio which is painfully hip in a modern building just a couple blocks from their house.  We all thought it would be fun for us to get a chance to stay there and give them a chance to get us out of their everyday space.  It's the kind of place I'd like to have for my Portland pied-a-terre (in case any sugar-daddies are reading this) with fully stocked bar and wine rack and a nubbly white wool rug and big windows and little balconies and OMG is really is so sweet. 

I've heard that since Portland is divided into quadrants people get attached to their section.  I am totally Southeast.  This was confirmed as I went to a mom-n-baby yoga class this morning in the Northeast and a homeless guy threw my change (5 quarters) back into my car at me because in his view, it wasn't worth the leaning over the guardrail he had to do to recieve it.  What a jerk!  Also, today someone put a note on our car that said "I am billing you for the scratches your licence plate holder screws put on my bumper.  I took pictures."   Not to be defensive but... well, we didn't even bump anyone's car while parking- so whatever. 

ANyhow, its kind good to have a few things to complain about after all this awesomeness...