I worked for the first time in about a year for the Portland Spirit. I wasn’t on the Spirit itself, but on the Willamette Star, which is one of the small boats in the fleet. I was a waitress for an Eastern Orthodox wedding reception. It was a long, exhausting day in no small part because everyone spoke Russian. It gave me a small taste of what it will be like to work in a foreign country.

I came home and Rob rubbed my poor, tired feet. I actually fell completely asleep while he was massaging them.

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