There’s nothing like getting proven wrong about a city. I had been to Portland before and surely we’ve all seen Portlandia by now, and I assumed I knew what was going on with Portland. You know, things like, home of the smallest park in the world and Ping Pong’s Pint Sized Puppet Museum. The preciousness, it was threatening to overwhelm.

Of course then we went to Portland and had a wonderful time and I came home saying things like, “you know, it kind of reminded me of Chicago! Or Adams Morgan even!” Portland didn’t come across as a precocious overgrown small town; it felt like any other small, dense, thoughtfully planned city in the US.

In the next few weeks, I’ll be writing about what we saw, what we did, where we ate. Links will go live as I publish them.

Getting Around: Portland’s Public Transit is a Breeze

Powell Books: Do You Think This Will All Fit in my Carry On? I Should Probably Also Buy a Souvenir Shopping Bag Then

On Hiking up to Portland’s Japanese Garden and Finding Peace

It’s Still Portland After All: Go Buy These Infused Salts Now

Portland: Where We Ate, Food Intolerant Toddler in Tow

Portland: Hunting Down Those Cute Neighborhoods We’ve Heard So Much About