O.K. so as my attempt to blog from the road was thwarted by an absolute lack of internet cafes and open Public libraries I will be posting the intended stories over the next few days (read weeks) with pictures being updated on our Flickr site along the way.
Meanwhile life here in Portland continues. We have set up our new home and if I do say so myself we have turned what was a 70's wood paneled, light less, cookie monster died on our floor apartment into a rather inviting worldly place with just the right amount of drama (fo' you mama). I'll take pictures and post them at one point or another but I do have to concentrate and ya' know find a job or some such.
Matt has started school and is as far as I can tell enjoying his studies. I've been mainly concentrating on getting the house to my liking and trying to find a place that sells Adobo. They have Hispanic people here but they all appear to be Mexican so the love for Goya brand products does not seem to be strong enough to elicit a proper "ethnic foods" aisle. I'm on the verge of having a word with local supermarket management for false advertising. I've visited three supermarkets so far, two of which have aisles marked "ethnic foods," but in both cases ethnic means TACO FREAKING BELL. What the hell?! Taco Bell is about as Hispanic as Beefaroni are Italian cuisine. The third supermarket didn't even bother with the attempt. Why am I so upset by the lack of this spice? Well it's like Matt's Grandma making a meal without olive oil or Karin without a sauce. So I'm resorting to begging my mom to mail me a bottle of the stuff; failing that, I'm going to order it online. Until that gets sorted out, I'll have to rely on my other half because at least there is rice.
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