Bellingham, Washington. I probably wouldn’t have gone here on my own unless I knew someone. My older brother has called Bellingham home for many years now. This is how I ended up in Bellingham, which has a population of 87,000 and a small university.
After the older brother insisted on driving the younger brother to Bellingham’s boardwalk to get in a run to burn off all the food we are in Vancouver, I decided to walk around the neighborhood. Lots of hills make for a great workout!
The first stop that the big brother wanted to show was Fairhaven, a small enclave that was swallowed up by Bellingham. For me, the name evokes the movie “The Truman Show”. Technically, in the movie, Truman lived in a town called Seahaven, a picture-perfect locale that was artificially created as a disguise for a reality TV show.
The brothers and I had fancy crepes at Magdalena’s Creperie where we stuffed ourselves with two savory crepes and one sweet one, and all Instagram worthy.
We strolled around Fairhaven as the older brother (OB) gave us a guided tour.
We jumped in OB’s car and headed to Bellingham’s farmers market.
It’s been such a long time since I’ve been to one. I felt like I was experiencing reverse culture shock. I just was amazed by everything.
Of course, I also got sidetracked by a sign that says “Bellingham’s best cinnamon roll” and had to try one.
OB walked us inside a store and within seconds began ordering. I didn’t realize he had just ordered 3 boxes of beef pelmenis at the Pel’meni Restaurant. We had just eaten crepes 2 hours prior and downed a cinnamon roll. OB said that because we never visited him and we were only there for one day, he had to cram all the places he wanted to take us in one go… No matter what!
Feeling very sick of food, the brothers and I headed south to Everett to see the Boeing factory.
OB loves planes and has done the factory tour four times. Boeing is super strict about pictures inside the factory, but I got to see 777s for Qatar Airways and 787s for Japan Airlines and ANA in different points of assembly. It was pretty cool. OB even added more information that our tour guide forgot to mention.
The only pictures of places we could take was a loaned Russian freight plane and an altered 747 cargo plane.
As D and I wandered the exhibits, OB disappeared. We had a sinking suspicion that he was up to something. When we got to the car, we found two model 787s, a book, and a hat/T-shirt set. I love the guy, but he doesn’t like listening much, especially the part where I said I was purging and didn’t want anything unnecessary. Sigh…
As we headed back to Bellingham, OB asked us what time does the sun sets. Thanks to the beginning of summer and being north, it set around 8pm. Without telling us, he took us to an amazing local called Deception Pass.
I just couldn’t get over the view. It looked like it was from a postcard. We enjoyed the scenery for a bit, but then OB said we should go before the sun sets as there are no road lights heading back to the highway.
We had dinner back in Bellingham, a local pub where we shared nachos and steak. Then, OB said we had to have ice cream.
I growled saying I couldn’t take any more food. I even hid in the bathroom as the brothers ordered the scoops from Mallard Ice Cream. When I went to the table, I found two scoops of ice cream in a cup with a cone on top. I nearly vomited.
They call Bellingham “the City Subdued Excitement”. I want to call Bellingham “the City Where My Stomach Killed Itself”. Thanks, OB!