I would be woken up early, early in the morn, and bike over with Alex, having the silly, delirious conversations that can only happen when you've just woken up. We would wind through different neighborhoods and across bridges where the Cascade mountains spread on the other side of the water, and then up a decent hill that made being met with coffee and breakfast even more appreciated.
Sophie is a breakfast extraordinaire. While I was busy sleeping she would be up, preparing huevos rancheros, sweet potato hashbrowns, mango salsa, baked oatmeal with warm berries, and the list goes.
It was amazing to come over for breakfast and immediately feel like I was home, even though I was so far away. And, after eating food from the road these last few days, I've already begun to miss sharing meals with these sweet people.