Juan who?

Living in Portland has been awesome for many reasons, but a major benefit right now is that we are geographically located between my extended family in Washington, and Joe's extended family in California.  During her Christmas break, Joe's sister and her cousin road-tripped up to us and stayed for a few days.  Shortly after that, my cousin and his wife stopped for the night on their way to Washington.  Shortly after that, my other cousin came down from Washington to hang out for the weekend JUST BECAUSE!  It's been such a treat to have so many visitors!  I just want to hang a sign outside that says "Cousins Welcome Here".

When my latest visitor, cousin Kristina, was here we spent Saturday together exploring without kids.  We visited historic Oregon City and the Oregon Trail Museum.

We had an awesome little lunch at Singer Hill Cafe and I finally had my Stumptown latte!

And it was good.  

And then we went to a historic (and obviously haunted) cemetery.  It was cold, drizzly, and foggy.  And beautiful.  The oldest graves date back to the 1840s.   We are not creepy or morbid, just enthusiastic history buffs (or I am, at least).  

Moss had grown into the engraving on this headstone. 

Pretty neat. 

And lastly, I'll leave you with a funny comparison.  

Joe reports that today his students (particularly the 8th grade girls) were calling him "Juan Pablo" which he didn't get.  Eventually they explained that they think he looks like the new "Bachelor".  

So we looked him up.

Juan plays soccer with LA Galaxy.  Joe plays soccer with local club.

Juan has an adorable daughter.  Joe has three of 'em.  

Juan rocks the scruffy facial hair.  Joe does too.

Juan's baby-momma is a Venezualan actress.  Joe's baby-momma is an American midwife.

Joe accused ole Juan of stealing his "look".

Then we both had a nice chuckle.

I already landed my bachelor and he's a keeper.