Another great Airbnb (unlike the one I booked in Minneapolis where the weird host cancelled at the last minute). We are in a airy blue-walled room on the second floor of an old wooden house in a neighborhood high on a hill above downtown and the blue waters of Lake Superior. Some nice touches including a Polaroid camera to snap a few shots (haven’t used on in years) and a white noise machine. Pretty little botanical prints on the wall, a map with pins to stick in to show where we are from (other Des Moines residents have been here, as has someone from Tehran and another from Hamburg.) We share a bathroom with the two other rooms, one of which is booked.
After a brief stop at The Minneapolis farmers market downtown on Lyndale near the Twins stadium to pick up huge red dahlias, raspberries, strawberries, scones and banana bread to take to Noah and Rachel’s new apartment on Emerson Street, we drove two hours or so to Duluth (not too much traffic) and tried our first batch of smoked whitefish at Northern Waters Smokehaus, a hip, foodie sandwich shop inside an old brick warehouse renovated into a marketplace with nice shops. I ate the fish on saltines with a smear of cream cheese, as directed.