Five years ago, I became a guide with Portland Walking
Tours. It was the first of several “ambassador of the city” jobs I do now (the other is Portland Streetcar, which I joined as a part-time customer service
representative two and a half years later, in June 2014).
Since my first tour in early 2012, I’ve introduced the city
to visitors from Palm Springs and Detroit, Berkeley and the San Juans, Iowa and
Alaska. I’ve had guests from Germany, Indonesia, the Netherlands, Japan,
Taiwan, Paris, Brazil (both Rio and São Paulo), the Ivory Coast,
Stockholm, even a UN interpreter from Tajikistan. Just yesterday my tour group
included two young women from China and third from New Delhi.
Every December and January, I host tourists from Brisbane,
Perth, and Sydney, because it’s their summer break. More than once I’ve had
guests from Fairbanks, Alaska who said they’re familiar with Loftus Road, a
short street near the University of Alaska campus that’s named after my grandfather
and his brothers because they had a cabin there while attending school in the
late 1920s.
There’s a small but steady stream of guests who have either
recently relocated to Portland, are visiting because they’re thinking about it,
or are scouting local colleges with their parents. Every once in a while I get
a longtime resident, even a native Portlander, who is finally checking out our
tours, either for herself or to show the city to an out-of-town friend or
relation.