So this photo of me is when I was about six and my Mother had taken me to Leavenworth, Washington for my birthday. I grew up in Seattle so this was just a short, scenic trip into the mountains of Washington. Leavenworth is a strange town because it is mostly made up of German immigrants or descendants. As you drive into town you feel as if you have entered another world. Most of the store names, restaurant menus and hotels are all in German. I remember feeling as if I had left the country with out even leaving my state.
The building behind me in the picture is our bed and breakfast. One of those horrifying buildings trying to look like a German ski chalet. With the bright white siding and brown trim that in places on the eaves looks like a kind of demented lace. All around the building were these gardens lined with hard, brown dirt and an overwhelming amount of rose bushes. Roses of every color, shape and size. As I lay in bed that night I fell asleep to the wafting smell of roses meandering through our windows.
Encompassing the roses were stone walls. Looking as if they were unstable and about to topple at any moment. which meant of course I had to sit on them and have my picture taken. When I was little I enjoyed having my picture taken for anything, but then that has all changed. In the picture I have my favorite outfit on. It was a tank and shorts covered in red polka dots and my fashionable, Spanish sandals that my Mother got me on a business trip to Paris. Looking as if I belonged in this sunny, hamlet in Germany and not in a small town in the mountains of Washington.
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