It’s been a fun, busy week, just now posting Chicago pics. Didn’t really get a chance to take a lot, Delta & bad weather took a whole day out of our trip. Of course, that just means we will have to go back, and with our metro cards still having $ on them, I think that’s a done deal.
As with most trips this year, Chicago was about following the Braves around. When I heard that a remodel was in the works for Wrigley Field, I knew that we needed to make this trip happen, so we did. We had several things planned this trip that we didn’t get to do, tickets to The Book of Mormon remained unused – still working on filing that insurance claim. We also didn’t get to go to the Willis Tower or one of the museums I wanted to see, but we’ll do those things next time. We loved Chicago. The weather was fine, the walking/exploring was excellent, and Wrigley Field was all I hoped it would be. Loved the Cubs fans. They were gracious losers and awesome winners (the Braves took one & lost one of the two games we attended). Couldn’t help getting caught up in the excitement as the Cubs won a hard fought game. Really enjoyed my time at the ball park. And, the deep dish pizza we ate ranks second only to the lobster roll from Fenway Park when it comes to ball park food.
I didn’t take as many photos as usual. I left Big Bertha (my professional camera) at home, and relied on my iPhone to document those things I found noteworthy. Here are my favorites from the trip.
My last trip to Chicago was made when I was 8. I only have vague memories of that trip. We rode the Amtrak there and back & I remember moments on the train. We visited relatives there and I remember my Uncle Jim walking with us through Chinatown, offering some very colorful language as we made our way through traffic. I remember a museum with a dollhouse, and I remember Buckingham Fountain.
I can be nostalgic at times, and I’ll admit to having a moment when we stood at Buckingham Fountain on this trip. I felt such a strong presence of my dad, and I stood and let the memory wash over me. I remember being cold, and my dad putting his coat around me. I don’t remember what the coat looked like, but knowing my dad it was a suit jacket. I do remember the tobacco and peppermint smell of it, and as I stood at the fountain the other day, I remember that little girl whose Daddy could do no wrong. Sweet memories. So thankful for my parents. We were beyond poor, but they still managed to give us an appreciation for travel and culture.
If Gary had not been with me, I would have had a “teachable moment” with this idiotic Braves fan who made us all look bad. As it was, I gave him the stink eye, but I left him alone. Didn’t want to start a fight that Gary would have to finish, but the old broad in me sure had to bite her tongue.
Gary and I walked around Chicago on Friday and made a loose plan for my long run on Saturday, but we ended up just following our feet on that run. There’s really no better way to explore a new place that by running it. We started along the lake, ran up to Navy Pier, then headed north along the shore with about a million other walkers/runners/cyclists. I finished my run while Gary waited for me along the shore line, then we left the insane crowd of runners and went to Michigan Ave to walk the Magnificent Mile. Of course, there was a Starbucks along the route, and we rubbernecked like the tourists that we are.
We stayed at the Jay Gatsby worthy “Palmer House”, but, for some strange reason, I took no photos of it. I really dropped the ball there, the hotel is truly a work of art.
Excellent trip, cut short by flight delays. I hope we’re able to return there soon. There’s a lot left to explore!