Arriving In Denver

Today started early with a late start. I woke up late, freaking out that I was going to miss my flight, only to be thankful that I had packed the day before. As I rushed out the door to get a start to the airport, I was mindful of the beautiful sunrise that greeted me and journey that I was about to embark on.

There is no way to really know what to expect from your first convention visit, so you push it to the back of your mind. Knowing that you are going to attend not just a Democratic Convention, but a convention that will go down in American history plays through one’s mind as a rational thought, but the concept does not seep into your emotions or your personal understanding at this point.

So, I rode the plane and marveled at the cascade mountains, spent a few hours hanging out in the Portland airport only to meet up for the same flight to Denver with two delegates. All of us excited about the trip and yet realizing that we did not truly know what we were about to experience.

Arriving in Denver, I was so happy to be leaving the airport. Every time I had ever gone through the Denver airport before, I ended up getting stranded, so I had seen my fair share of the Denver airport but nothing of denver. I have to say that nothing in Denver is close. We departed the plane, caught a shuttle to the hotel which felt like ten years from the airport but was only about 20 minutes.

Check out the video of the hotel room.



We had the chance to participate in a fantastic gathering of the Washington, Oregon and Arizona delegations at an opening night party. We heard from sponsors, shared our excitement for the coming days, and kicked off the convention in style!

Check out the video of the party.



Looking forward to sharing more video and pictures soon!

--kristine