Enroute to the Windy City.
Imade my way across the country last weekend — to Chicago, Illinois. After touristing through Europe this past year, it was about time for some sight-seeing of the domestic variety. I’ve been here once before, on a mini foodie tour with Mark a couple years back (we ate at Alinea).
Chicago is charming, and surprisingly livable. If it weren’t for the draconian winters, I could easily see myself calling the city home — at least for a little while.
We were in the midst of a heat wave as we flew out of LAX. Mid-80s in October, a glaring and loveless reminder of our oppressive drought and sad, sorry excuse of a “fall” season.
But the typical cloudless, smog-filled skies made for great window seat views.
AND LOOK. We had a freaking Dalmatian on board! She was absolutely gorgeous — the kind of gorgeous that Cruella de Vil would love to make into a fur coat. She sat in the row behind my sister, and her owner wrapped her in a blankie for the majority of the flight. It was adorbs.
4 hours of pretty skies later and – voila – hello, Chicago.