After multiple delays and hours of listening to my seatmate complain about being stuck in the airport for 36 hours, I finally made it to Seattle, stepped outside, and embraced the immediate temperature difference from my home state of hot and humid Florida. I took in the city’s atmosphere on the drive to my hotel until I came to a halt. At first, I was confused as to why we had pulled up to a church.
A doorman greeted me as I stepped outside the car, “Welcome to the Lotte Hotel. Can I help you with your luggage?” Which answered my question of whether I was in the right place.
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