Many of you asked if I was on an out of town adventure this weekend, prompting me to post this prompting you to ask where in the heck I was. And perhaps it's time I come clean and admit that I was not, in fact, dodging scorpians in the Caribbean or getting my palms kissed in the south of France (both of which are lovely, by the way).
I was here.
Andrew took me as part of my Valentine's present, and although I've been dozens of times (I was born in Chicago, after all), it's been years since I experienced it in the dimension that we did.
This weekend was all about relaxing and museums and a-mazing food and each other. We ate gyros and looked at Moore sculptures and bought jewelry, and got pedicures.
It was pretty much the best present ever.
No agendas. No cell phones. No place to be.
I took these pictures while walking around the city the first day we arrived. I should note that it was after being sent home the day before because our flight was delayed so late that we would have spent an entire day in Detroit before making it into Chi-Town around two o'clock on Friday afternoon. And so we went back home and took the first flight out Friday morning which took us to South Florida first, before flying directly to Midway. Which means, instead of getting in Thursday evening at around eight-ish we arrived Friday at noon.
Next time, we might decide to fast track it and just crawl.