In March, Jack and I went to Chicago for a couple days. He had some classes to take, so there wasn’t a lot of time to go explore, but we weren’t going to let that stop us from seeing somewhere new to both of us. It was bone-chilling cold, and we even ended up with frostbite, a mild case that recovered quickly for both of us during those couple of days, but we braved the weather as everyone in the windy city does during the winter, caught a bus here to there, talked to strangers, ate iconic Chicago pizza and hot dogs, stepped out into a glass box 103 stories high, and made a small, but amazing adventure out of the time we had. We only had evenings to go out for a couple hours, and once during the day before our flight left for the return to Boise.
I walked down away from the hotel a ways to try a Portillo’s hot dog, it was surprisingly good, totally different and new to me, and it was fun to see all the art and keepsakes from time past hanging on the walls of the restaurant. When Jack was I class during the day I would head down to the hotel bar for a neat, double Jameson, and map out where we would go as soon as he got out of classes, so we could make the most of the time we had to explore.
We loved the old buildings and architecture, riding the trains, and we really hope we can go back someday, when it’s warmer, and see more of the city.
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