Where the Wind Blows: Part II

I spent a magnificent 5 days in Chicago. Famous for its' deep dish pizza, architecture, and improv. I went with no plans at all. Really. All I wanted was some days away in a new city. Day one was spent buried in the art institute, taking in all it had to offer as far as impressionism is concerned (my current art obsession). We made our rounds around the museum and followed it with a walk in the park, Millennium Park. The following days quite honestly became a blur. I got lost in it all. I let go of the schedules and deadlines and just went with the flow, we completely took to the idea of "we'll get there when we get there, que sera, sera!" 

But through this blur, I did hit up the usual. Shopping at Myopic Books to make that bookshelf a bit heavier, strolling through Wicker Park to see what treasures I could find for gifts, walking as far as my legs could take me to admire the architecture downtown, enjoying a beer late at night while admiring the view of Wrigley Field (not pictured), an authentic Puerto Rican breakfast in Humboldt Park, and dipping my toes in the ice cold Lake Michigan waters. Through the entire trip there were little bits and pieces I wanted to remember forever. The streets that perhaps Vivian Maier herself walked through, Chicagoans finding a moment of quiet and peace in the middle of the most busy locations, and a child running alone through the water while others looked on wishing it were them, myself included. 

Chicago was so much more than what it is known for. While I did indulge in the deep dish, it wasn't I fell in love with the most. Chicago as a whole, stole a teeny tiny piece of my heart. Until next time!

Talk soon,

Bree