A week or so ago, Rich and I took a weekend trip to Chicago with our neighbors. We were without kids for the first time in a long time, and it was a wonderful break from our otherwise busy life.
We left Friday afternoon, with a minivan full of 4 adults, 3 kids, and a yellow lab. We were packed in. Our pit stop in Rockford relieved us of the children and dog, we said our goodbyes and good lucks, and promptly got back on the road to head to the big city. My sister is a saint for taking responsibility of our kids and the beast, although much fun was had by all during our 44 hour mini-break.
I cannot speak for my children and the dog, but I can say that from Friday to Sunday, I enjoyed:
~ Chicago-style deep dish pizza
~ French greyhounds, mochas, lattes, and red wine
~ a couple of simple, yet relaxing, spa treatments (hello, scalp massage..)
~ Millennium park
~ Ubering, for the first time
~ the Chicago Art Institute
~ seeing an old friend, and making some new ones
~ safely returning to the ground floor from the 96th floor (geez, I seriously hate heights)
~ an unseasonably warm January day, which made walking almost 6 miles around the city delightful, albeit tiring.
It was a fun trip. It's nice to get away, expose yourself to people and places that are different and unfamiliar. Chicago holds many memories for me, and I was glad to add to them.
Thank you for your hospitality, Chicago...see you again soon!