I woke at 4AM. I did some online research (Indian trade routes in the Pacific Northwest and the movement of alcohol along them). I went out for coffee and returned to the motel for more research. I went to the archives at 11AM and browsed through ephemeral material relating to my interest. It is bloody amazing to me what archives like this one have stored away in their cabinets. I went out for a bite at the museum cafe around 2PM and found a Jordanian woman who made me a kick-ass Greek salad and Turkish coffee.  Talk about a kick.  What a delight she was. She brought me honey cake because it tastes so good with the bitter coffee. Then I went back to the archives until it closed at 5PM.

I spoke with the wonderfully competent archivist who just went and got stuff she thought I would want to see and the young cook who wanted me to really enjoy her coffee and found that they added to my calm. I sat at the table with my coffee and honey cake and looked out over the little outdoor theatre and realized I would love to spend the rest of my life doing this – hunting for treasures, both historical and human.