But Seattle is more than ferry boats, Starbucks and hipsters, I soon learned. It's the birthplace of the grunge movement. It's a city with sleek beaches and trails interwoven amongst an industrial hub. It's a city that sits on the edge of the Pacific to the west and in the shadow of Mount Rainier to the south.
Seattle is a place I'd like to return to.
During our morning in in the city we woke up early and wandered around art installations and vintage shops in Pioneer Square. For lunch we picked a rustic looking restaurant based on its red brick interior and craft beer selection and settled down for our last American meal - we'd catch the train to Vancouver a little after 7pm - and reminisced about the past couple weeks.
In the afternoon we headed to Kerry Park for sweeping views of the Seattle skyline, and then found our way to Pike Place Market (namesake of the famous Starbucks Pike coffee) for frozen yogurt and some relaxation time in the sun. By the time we caught the train to Vancouver, I was in love with every inch of Seattle I'd had the pleasure of glimpsing.
The train that evening was bittersweet - we laughed a lot, and joked about smuggling the remainders of our dried fruit and peanut butter over the USA-Canada boarder. We made friends with a family from England sitting in the rows across from us. We watched the ocean out the window on our left as the train thundered along northbound towards Vancouver.
As a Canadian, there's something inherently patriotic about returning North and crossing back to our home and native land. I think we all felt it that night - tired and blurry-eyed as we were - it was good to be home. I always cherish my first glimpse of the red maple leaf flag raised above the immigration check point, and smile quietly at the familiar accents and the common use of "eh" in conversations all around me.
However, we may have been back in Canada, but the adventure wasn't quite over. Not yet.
Next up: Vancouver and Whistler!