Two weeks in the Pac Northwest

So I'll be floating around the Pacific Northwest for the next two weeks. No plans, except to see good friends, explore, and relax. This is going to be a beautiful thing. Here's a little about Day One.
I'm sitting at an ancient iMac, using my free internet privilege in the Green Tortoise hostel on First and Pike in downtown Seattle, hearing at least three different types of music at once. There's a capella gospel, traditional Irish/rock meld, and some (I'm guessing) local rap. I think I hear some NPR too. This morning I went for a 2ish-mile run around downtown, down Western & First along the waterfront, right on Broad past a science museum, the Space Needle, scattered sculptures, and a huge, gold, blue, and red metal building with bulbous curves and domes that has to have been designed by Frank Gehry. I don't know what it houses, I couldn't make it out from the signs, but my guess is some kind of art museum. I took my time this morning, because I'm still on Eastern time, and what was 8 a.m. for Seattlites was 11 a.m. for me. I felt strangely like an early riser putting on my running shoes at 8:30, it was pretty fun. I could get used to this using the time-change to my advantage thing. As soon as I got back from my run (which was nice, but the city was still pretty deserted--at first I thought, Boston isn't this dead on Sunday morning! But really I'm kidding myself, there's no way I'd know that...), complimentary breakfast was still in full swing. Actually, now that I think of it, I think it was only so glorious because it's Sunday. Lucky me! During the week I bet it's just toast and cereal. This was a nice surprise, because I swear that last night the check-in girl told me free breakfast from 6-7:45 (to which I promptly thought, right, screw that!). So I jumped in the waffle line and poured out some gooey batter onto a steaming iron. Then I wandered into the adjacent kitchen and found that there was a range full of pans and people cooking eggs! So once I finished my yummy waffle, I fired up some scrambled. Pretty awesome for my first 12 hours in Seattle. Now the plan is to, now that I've dutifully checked out by 10:57 and turned in my bed linens, find some good coffee (still haven't had any, it's about time) before I schlep over to the Greyhound station on 8th and Stewart. Portland here I come!