Chicago isn't a place I cared too much about visiting until September. But since our trip, I've been itching to go back. I was surprised by how clean the city was, how much there was to do, and the shopping was out of this world! I'm not usually a shopper, but in Chicago, I became one. It didn't help that our hotel was a mere block from Michigan Avenue.
In the airport parking shuttle on our way home we met a lady. She explained that she had opted to take the shuttle solo because she and four of her coworkers had been together for four days and they needed a little time apart. Our group smiled and nodded as if we understood completely, but we didn't. We Cowboys willingly spent our spare time together, and I can't remember a trip where I've laughed...or ate...or shopped...more.
And now, here's a little recap of our trip...
Tuesday: Flew into Chicago. Ate tapas and drank sangria at Emilio's. Shopped the Magnificent Mile. Ate pasta at Tarantino's. Discovered I really know my flowers (or, not) and Matt has an eye for women's fashion.
Wednesday: Conferenced. Matt got his first massage. Laughed at The Second City. Discovered there IS a nice cab driver in Chicago, but following traffic rules isn't his strong suit.
Thursday: Conferenced. Saw Chicago on the Wendella boat tour. Ate Giordano's pizza. Then learned that each slice has 1,000 calories. Good heavens.
Thank goodness for iPhones...and iPhone cameras.
Yes, those are cars you see...
330 North Wabash
This building used to have its own zip code. Think BIG.
Where Lincoln won the Republican nomination. It was considered quite the upset at the time.
Civic Opera Building
Willis Tower (aka Sears Tower)
Next time I'm going to the top.
333 West Wacker
At this point our tour guide's microphone started cutting out. I don't think anyone was disappointed. He was no Vince Vaughn.
I'm normally a 2 to 3 slices gal. At Giordano's, I was a half slice gal...and left feeling stuffed. Pun intended.
(Thank you to Abby, who wrote most of the captions for me.)