7/6: The first American motel that Hanna and I ever stayed at was called Sea Crest Motel, situated in Port Orford, Oregon. It also turned out to be the nicest.
The bed was so beautifully made, and the view from the window was stunning, high upp on the cliffs looking out on the ocean.
We went for a short evening walk, just after sunset, and I found one of my beloved tsunami warning signs.
As I was balancing on the rail in front of the sign, I saw something move in the bushes next to it. I told Hanna that it probably was a fox, and she took a few steps closer to check. But just as quickly, she started walking away from there again and when I came after her, she said that it was a person eating chips. Lying next to a tree, in a ditch by the highway. Hanna was laughing, but she also had a really scared look on her face.
So, just to make sure, we quickly walked back to the motel and crawled into our queen sized bed and watched a terrible, but oh so amusing American gossip tv show. The US is so funny. They are not allowed to say fuck on TV, but they can so many mean things about celebrities that I seriously can’t understand how anyone would want to become a celebrity in America.
Katja Malmborg 