Showing posts with label Traveling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Traveling. Show all posts

Friday, January 15, 2016

My 2015 in Review

This last year was pretty amazing sauce for me!

And, with that being said, I look forward to a wonderful 2016 ahead of me.

Highlights of 2015
  • Dad came to San Francisco with me on an overnight.
  • Visited Ireland for the first time ever...and started to show off my Honey Bunny a little bit more.
  • Saw Paris a second time. 
  • Had some dear friends visit Chicago, and let me play tour guide.
  • Saw the Cubs play an amazing baseball game, that later sent them to the playoffs.
  • Worked some awesome overnights with some awesome crews.
  • Euro-tripped it, again, to Amsterdam with Paul and his auntie. Was a first time for him in Amsterdam. Him and I made a great traveling duo.
  • Flew to Iceland, with Paul and my brother Flint, and road tripped the entire island on the famous Ring Road.
  • Saw the groundbreaking of a new LDS church in downtown Chicago.
  • Took a day trip to PDX for Paul's birthday - all in a day, and even got first class coming home!
  • Haribo candies sent me a gold mine of free Haribo gummy candies. BEST! DAY! EVER!
  • Watched my brother Cash marry his longtime girlfriend Kali. Funnest wedding all year!
  • Took an epic family road trip to Durango, Colorado with my whole family, and Paul.
  • Watched the airplanes land at SXM airport in St. Maarten. Then balled my eyes out trying to get out of that airport...
  • Jetted to Switzerland, for the most life changing event ever. I GOT ENGAGED! AT THE BASE OF THE MATTERHORN!
  • Had more visitors to Chicago - Flint, Paul, and my Mom. And had a few more friends that came to visit too.
  • Watched the Chicago marathon, and cheered on those runners.
  • Spent those major holidays surrounded by family.
  • Witnessed the CTA Christmas train - which was a big deal for me.
  • Said goodbye to dive of a restaurant, that will always have wonderful childhood memories. Long live the Cow, may you rest in peace Top Spot.
  • Saw Star Wars, fell asleep, and ruined it for those who hadn't seen it. Therefore, took a break from social media. (New Years resolution for the new year: shut up!)
  • Rang in the New Year surrounded by my family.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

25 Things I love about Paris

twenty five things i quickly fell in love with during my first trip to paris.

in no specific order.
  1. food.
  2. specifically crepes.
  3. and, also macaroons. YES, MACAROONS! (Side note, I had never really tried macaroons until I was in Paris. It only seemed fitting to actually eat a macaroon in the land, and city, they were created in. I was not disappointed. They were, what I feel, the food of heaven will be like, and taste like.  So many pretty colors and flavors. My heaven better have macaroons.) 
  4. architecture.
  5. the details in everything.
  6. the shutters by almost all the windows.
  7. people.
  8. the language, the accent.
  9. melting pot of culture.
  10. tower of eiffel.
  11. at night.
  12. with all the lights.
  13. in the day too.
  14. always the eiffel, always.
  15. history.
  16. a step back in time.
  17. public transportation.
  18. alleyways full of so much to see.
  19. cobblestone pathways.
  20. churches & cathedrals.
  21. notre dame.
  22. shopping.
  23. the fact they drive on the same side of the road as americans (cough, cough - london).
  24. the high end fashion, seen everywhere, not just in high end boutiques.
  25. being there with my tour guide, Paul.   

Friday, November 13, 2015

He Stole a Kiss in London, of all Places.

I (we) made it to London. Hit the ground running. After several hours we started to slowly tinker off. Not much more we could handle, so back to our apartment to crash, sleep, wake quickly, and then go see more sites. But, during a moments time, of regrouping and getting ready to leave, he stole a kiss from me...

It was...like awkward. 

Wanted to say, it was...like magic. Nope. 

More like, I don't think either of us have kissed anyone in a really long time, and we were just a boy and a girl on a trip to London. London! Why not take advantage of this whole setting, and steal a kiss from each other? (Plus, I figured, I would get it out of my system. I would know, right then and there, this Paul character wasn't for me!)

Paul had been chasing, or pursuing me for almost two months now. I finally agreed to some "interviews" with him. Then I agreed to a major trip across the pond with him. With him, and a coworker of his. How does one go about telling their parents they are flying over the Atlantic with a man they had only met a couple of times in passing, and been on maybe three dates (interviews) with? My parents were just thrilled that I was possibly seeing a man, so they quickly gave me their blessing to set out to London with him.

I finally crossed the pond.
  • Big Ben
  • Westminster Bridge
  • Westminster Abbey
  • Buckingham Palace
  • Harrods
  • Tower of London
  • Piccadilly Square
  • Fish and Chips
  • Mushy peas
  • The Tube - Mind the Gap
  • Brighton, England
  • Lewes, England
  • Guy Fawkes Festival
(Just to name a few of the places and things we saw.)

After our nap it was time to go see more sites. There, on the edge of my bed, Paul quietly began to wake me. I was nowhere rested, and even though our time was limited in London I was happy to just sleep. As I slowly awoke I noticed that the room had grown dark, the blinds were open and rain was trickling down the window panes. As I sat up and tried to readjust where I was I noticed that Paul was sitting at the foot of my bed. This quickly made me set up. We talked for a moment, he, reassuring me, I was actually in London. After a moment I could tell a kiss was coming, but I also knew that I was not interested. Trying to remind myself that I was only here with him because he was going to be my new travel partner. What did he not understand about that? Kissing was not part of the contract! However, with the fact that it had been a while since I had kissed a man, and the men weren't lined up at the door for me, I decided to go in for the kiss, that he was so longing for. If anything, I wanted to clear up all doubts on my end. After what really seemed like several minutes of looking into each others eyes (I know, gag) we slowly came together and kissed. It wasn't terrible. But, I just didn't want to enjoy it. I did not want to give him the satisfaction that maybe, just maybe, he could be a very strong contender in my search for more than a travel partner.

You act surprised, he was a contender? Yes, he actually was. For some reason, unannounced to me, he was among three men I was starting to date, all at the same time. Shocking, I know! One, an old friend who was recently divorced, making his way back into my life. The other, a passenger from Canada I had met on one of my flights. Lastly, Paul, some guy who worked for Delta, and who caught me in the airport one day. Even on this trip to London I was still talking and planning dates with these two other men. Paul was just one of these guys that happened to reel me in quicker, by inviting me to London. Who is going to say no to London?

Back out to the streets of London, to cram in more site seeing. Nestled in a corner of the Tube, Paul's friend and I begin to chat about my "wants" in a man. Because of the current trend, I was head over heels for bearded men. I shared that my "must have" in a man is a nice beard. Who needs anything more? Not caring that Paul was intently listening in on all my "worldly" wants in a man. I was pretty sure he wouldn't really be able to meet up to my high standards, so I talked freely. (I share the beard comment because what happened the next day was quite humorous.) Early the next morning we were on a train bound for South England, to a small village known as Brighton. It was a lengthy train ride that gave us plenty of time to visit. At one moment, Paul and I were left alone as his friend wandered through the train cars. As I was enjoying the beautiful scenery of England, Paul was quick to take this moment alone to ask me what I thought...of his so called beard, day one of growth. "What do you think?" As he motions to his face. "Huh?" I'm so confused, and really am starting to wonder about this silly man... "What do you think of my face?" Again, motioning to his face. "Good?" I say, in hopes to get him to bug off. "You said you like beards..." Paul states. "Yeah?" So, what's your point? As I think to myself... Oh? Oh my. Great, he really does like me. He is growing a beard for me. Thats just great. Light bulb is slowly flickering on - okay, electricity is clearly working now.

The rest of the day was spent in a small English village, Lewes. Here they celebrate the Guy Fawkes festival every year on November 5th. We were there early to celebrate in the burning. During our time of waiting for the parades to start Paul was ready to get down to business, and figure out if the two of us could start to (potentially) date. Here I am floored that he is still on this kick to want to date me. Granted, I did give into the whole kiss. But, I was not interested. So I told myself. As the night carried on and heavy smoke filled the crisp England air it was time to pack up and head back to our hotel for the night. As we were getting set to leave the crowds of people had doubled. It was wall to wall people slowly moving about the quaint, tiny, cobblestone streets. Paul turns to me and tells me that he needs to hold my hand so that we don't get separated. Oh please! He's being all suave. Right! Like I am going to let him hold my hand. He held my hand. ONLY because there was actually a lot of people, I didn't want to lose him or his friend, and I was in a different country. If I have to hold his hand, we both had gloves on, so it wasn't like I was REALLY holding his hand.

Once the Guy Fawkes festivities started to mellow out a little, and that's an understatement, we decided our time here in England was ready to wrap up. Naturally, we were to leave in the morning and catch a ten hour flight home. Paul was pretty persistent that I follow them home through the nonstop to Las Vegas on Virgin Atlantic, out of Gatwick airport in South England. I was feeling confident in making my own way back to London and then flying nonstop back to Chicago, via London Heathrow. None of that happened, and I took the ten hour trek back with the two of them. In hindsight, I am glad I did. Apparently I had this air to me, that I could do this trek back home alone. Maybe I could have, but it probably wouldn't have been my brightest moment. I was glad that I stuck with Paul and JR. We were able to get a row of seats together, and Paul was able to sit with me for ten hours trying to work his magic with me. Thinking about that ten hour flight home puts me in awe that him and I were able to sit through that entire flight, not watching a single movie, and just conversing with one another. I should've known right then that he was the one. Honestly, what guy could sit for ten hours just talking, and crammed in the seat of a ten hour flight??? That truly was probably the best part of this whole trip to London - just sitting next to Paul on our flight home, and really getting to know him. I wish that I could go back to that moment. If I could, I would just sit and watch the interaction between the two of us. Just thinking of us sitting on the flight, me by the window, him in the middle seat, makes me smile.

A kiss is wonderful. A kiss in London is truly magical. But, to find someone who has the same thoughts, feelings, and ideas as you, is truly one of a kind. And, the fact that he loves to travel, well that's a huge bonus.

Bill Murray said it wonderfully:

 If you have someone who you think is the one, don't just sort of think, your ordinary mind, and think, 'Oh, OK, let's make a date, let's plan this and make a party and get married.' Take that person and travel around the world. Buy a plane ticket for the two of you to travel all around the world and go to places that are hard to go to and hard to get out of. And when you come back...when you land...if you're still in love with that person, get married at the airport.

I think I could've done that right there in Vegas, with that Pauly character. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves, I had some playing "hard to get" to do.
Mind the Gap.
Best picture EVER! Such a great traveling trio we were.
Strike a pose.
My most favorite picture taken in London.
Mushy peas, and of course, fish and chips.
Guy Fawkes Festival - full blown!
Paul fraternizing with the flight attendants.
(Several times JR and I had to go ring him in...eye roll.)
Ten hour flight home - Paul and I talked the entire time.
(Except when I had to go find him up in the galley...)

Monday, September 28, 2015

The first interview, or as normal people call it - the first date.

"Never give up searching for the job that you're passionate about."  -- Warren Buffet

I have had many job interviews. Some were easy, some were nerve wracking, and some were downright sad.

Poor Paul, he wanted an interview with me so badly. But, I just did not want to set up the time to actually have a face to face interview with him. Going back to that fateful evening, as I flew into Salt Lake City, and a still small whispering of the spirit probed me to text Paul, or was it just bad indigestion? Whatever it was, it put his motivation to go on a date (as he calls it, and most normal people) with me into major go mode. And so, the asking to go on a date/interview began. Can you guess what I said the first time he asked me out? I said, No! Yeah, that's correct. I politely said, "no thanks, I'm not interested." I was nice about it, and I thought, he finally got the point.

A few days go by, and the guilt from a close friend and a couple of family members make me call Paul. I call and ask him if he would like to go to dinner. I had a decently long overnight in Salt Lake that following Thursday, October 2, 2014. After calling him and deciding that I would like to just meet up for dinner, at a restaurant downtown, he then asked me, "who was asking who here?" I'm asking! Only because I said no to his first attempt. So, I plan on meeting him downtown, getting a quick bite to eat, and then paying for his dinner. If I pay then it does not, in any way, look like a "date!" To even say date is a huge step because this was an INTERVIEW only. An interview only because I wanted to travel! Travel with someone who was in the industry, because that would make things a whole heck of a lot easier. Traveling with non flight crew is so difficult, and is a blog post in and of itself. Also, he seemed very competent in travel, and had basically traveled the whole world already, (minus Antarctica, but who really cares about going there? Ahhh, those seven continent junkies - he's six...still needs that seventh...) so my options were endless with him. Basically, I wanted to use him for his travel knowledge. (This is probably sounding so bad from my end. Maybe I'm a brat, stuck up, and picky. Well, I was.)

He never agreed to just meet me downtown, he said he would like to pick me up and go together. This was starting to sound like a date, and I did not want a date. I'm not sure my plan was going to work with this guy. I hardly knew this man. I knew he worked at the airport, and he at least had to have a background check to work there, so he was safe in that aspect. But, I still didn't feel confident in sharing my hotel details with him. However, I gave in, he could come pick me up for this non date/interview thing.

When I travel for work, I pack my bag with the bare minimums, and want to travel lite. I knew this trip was just two days, but I also knew I had this "interview" with that Delta character, Paul. So, I packed the bare minimums, throwing in a somewhat decent outfit for the evenings interview. I had a nice pair of slack like jeans, a white undershirt and a pretty peach cardigan. Spiced it up with red flats, and a scarf that had some red, blue, and peach in it.

We land in Salt Lake for the evening. Get our luggage and head to our hotel, downtown. We had decided to meet up quickly after I arrived. I had about 30 minutes to get ready and look somewhat presentable. For some reason I took great care in making myself look good, as anyone would for an interview. Although, for this interview, I was actually kind of nervous. As much as I didn't want to call this a date, it was the first date I had been on in a REALLY LONG TIME.

I told him I would meet him in the lobby, and to have him call when he was at the entrance. In the lobby when he calls, I see him drive in and park. Okay, here we go. He immediately gets out of the car, and suddenly, I'm in complete horror. He looks great, very casual, with jeans, and a button up shirt, and those cute glasses of his. The blood drains from my face when I look down at my clothes, then look back at his clothes, and see that we are both wearing the identical color of peach! No chance of me running to my hotel room to change - I only brought the one outfit. Nothing I can do now, so I take a deep breath and just walk out to meet him. Leave it to me to make some awkward comment regarding our match-y clothes - something was said, but I just can't remember what. However, the horror of us matching is still there. ;)

Right from the beginning he was a complete gentleman. No! I don't want this to go anywhere! I am just looking for a travel partner! Nothing more! This is not a date! This is not a date! Interview, interview, interview! I am only doing this because I need someone to travel with!

We drive to the City Creek shopping center and he asks me if I could help him find a phone case for him before we head to dinner. I told him that was fine, and we go get him a phone cover. I am pretty confident when it comes to dating, granted I don't date often, and they were never lined up at the door to go out with me. But, I have been on plenty of first dates, and blind dates to know a thing or two. As the phone cover shopping went on, I played it pretty cool and casual. I was hoping that most people wouldn't look at us like we were on a first date, and that they would just look at us like we were two friends. Just hanging out, and buying a phone cover. Exactly what future travel partners do, and nothing more.

After finding him the right phone cover we walked to dinner. I had made the choice beforehand, of where we would "meet" up. I had chosen a hip downtown (As seen on Food Network) restaurant, Maxwell's. As we walk to dinner, we chat, like anyone would on a casual interview. Through dinner, we continue to chat, again, like any relaxed interview. The conversation was wonderful and easy, I was very pleased with where this was going with my future travel partner. I could see a future bright with travel, and having a fabulous time with this man. As dinner concluded I made the strong attempt to pay for our meals -- since this was NOT A DATE! Only a mere interview. He insisted he pay, and that I should let him bask in his manly duties, he stated. Little did he know I was hoping he would pay. One, because I'm a flight attendant and poor, and two, he should pay, it is his manly duty!

The conversation continued easily, and naturally. We walked the downtown of Salt Lake, ending back at City Creek. I was starting to get a little sad that our evening was quickly coming to an end. This Delta character suggested some dessert as we were passing by a candy store. He decided that we could share a caramel apple. Ahhh, how romantic, insert major eye roll from me! Suddenly, I was quickly brought back to my main purpose of this evening! I took my women's liberties to insist - I WILL PAY FOR DESSERT! Therefore, this is no longer a date, but the intended interview it was meant to be! Now you can take me back to my hotel!

Shortly after our shared apple he drove me to the hotel, walked me to the lobby, asked for a hug, thanked me for a lovely evening, took his trusty white horse (or car) and drove off into the sunset (or darkness - it was dark by this point).

There were several other interviews following this first initial interview. A month later I finally agreed to go on a trip overseas. With the intentions of us just being travel partners. However, he snuck a first kiss. In the city of London, of all places. How dare he ruin my plans! We were only suppose to be travel partners. I was not suppose to even remotely like him, fall in love with him, and now marry him.

This was just suppose to be an interview.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Houghton, Boston, Houston - I love the USofA!

I love the USofA!  I am seeing the states one flight at a time.  One of the perks of being a flight attendant is, of course, seeing the different cities throughout the United States.

Houghton.  As of recent I have gotten to know the small town of Houghton, MI very well.  It's (one of) the farthest north places you can go in Michigan.  Home to one of the top schools in the US - Michigan Tech.  And, has some of the most beautiful scenery I have seen...next to Alaska, Utah, and parts of Canada.
This small little town features a main street with some quaint little shops, restaurants, and fascinating old buildings.  On this particular overnight I ventured out and walked amongst the shops.  During my stroll I found myself at a historical old building claiming to once be the library in this small town.  It had now been turned into a museum.  I walked in and saw that the small building had a few pictures on the wall. A sweet little lady, named Debbie, sat at the desk and offered me some information.  Before I knew it time had quickly gone by and I was almost in tears in the history she had shared with me about this old fashioned little town of Houghton.  She left me spellbound as I took the rest of the time to walk around the small room and look at the pictures she had just discribed to me.  Almost 100 years ago this Christmas (day) a tragedy struck this copper mining Finnish town.  As the town was having a Christmas party in the town hall someone screamed out, "FIRE!"  Just over one hundred people partying inside the building fled the building, running down the very small staircase to escape the "so called" fire.  Making the rush to get out of the building many were killed.  Mostly children.  And when all was said and done, there was no trace of any fire.  I was in shock to hear this story, then to see the black and white pictures strung on the walls really made my heart ache.  Who would've ever known this small town housed such a dark past.  I needed to leave this museum, and lighten my heart.  I walked through the town looking at the old buildings, walking across the bridge that goes across the Portage Waterway, and enjoyed the beauty of this small town.  I spent three weeks in a row coming to this town, and was happy to do so.

Boston.  Oh, how I deeply have fallen in love with Boston.  Boston, MA is my new favorite city in the USofA.  Seriously, how did I not get there sooner.  I was given the trip to Boston a week in advance.  However, after seeing that I would have a very long overnight in this city I knew that it would be taken back by the flight attendant who dropped the trip in the first place.  After arriving to work and meeting my crew I told them that I probably would not get to enjoy the last overnight in Boston.  Much to my surprise the flight attendant I was working with said, "it's all yours.  I know the flight attendant who dropped this trip and she is stuck in the Phillipians, so you'll get to see Boston"  I was shocked, and excited.  I was getting to go to Boston!

We arrived late that night, so off to bed I went.  I had planned to get up early and hit the train first thing in the morning, so I could get into the city and see what I could with my limited amount of time.  Our hotel is a quick five minutes from the nearest train station.  Luckily the hotel was kind enough to drop and pick us up at the train station.  I was dropped off and hopped on the train to head downtown.  I was amazed at how quickly I figured out the train system.  (I feel like such a pro since moving to Chicago and learning the public transportation here.) Within a few stops I was in the heart of downtown Boston.  I came up from the underground stop and looked around being whisked back to the 1800's (or 1700's) by the look of all the old buildings, and cobblestone roads/sidewalks.  Seriously, cobblestone was everywhere.  Seriously, I was in love from the moment I saw the cobblestone.  I also realized that my walking would need to be careful - seeing as I am sort of a klutz, this could be problematic.  However, I am happy to report I did not trip once during my strolling through Boston.
A wonderful crew to go to Boston with:  Jarroyd, Daniel, me and Adrian.
I had been wanting to get to Boston for some time.  This trip was finally allowing this.  My first and most awaited stop in all of Boston was to go eat at the famous B&G Oysters where I had watched from TV in small town Utah, about this particular restaurant talk about their famous lobster roll.  I always said, if I ever get to Boston I am going to this very restaurant and having one of their famous rolls.  So with my trusty smartphone set up with google maps I set out.  In no time at all I had reached my final train stop, walked up the escalator and was back in the city, now southern downtown.  I took to my right and walked down the cobblestone streets for about four blocks, when I finally made a left and headed one more block when to my astonishing eye, I beheld the restaurant I had been wanting to eat at for some time now.  This was all so surreal - it was like I was in a dream.  The time was just after eleven, and I suddenly panicked that maybe I was too early.  Walking up to the door, it was closed, saying continue to the back of the restaurant.  As I made my way around the very old building looking through the windows the restaurant looked very quiet and unopened.  I kept going.  Once inside I noticed that I was the first customer of the day.  Even so, they were open, and that is all that mattered to me.  The host seated me near the bar, and I didn't even hesitate to tell her I was here for one of their famous lobster rolls.  She quickly took my order, and I basked in my surroundings of their very quaint and swanky little restaurant.  I was in complete astonishment I was finally here.  Patiently I waited for my roll to arrive.  After some time the waitress brought me my much anticipated roll.  I didn't want to eat it, it was so beautiful.  Of course, I had to have a picture with it...  After one bite I was hooked.  If I were to die today I would die happy.  This lobster roll was everything I had ever dreamed it would be.  I savored each bite, and didn't want the roll to disappear. (Then I cam back to reality when my bill came - almost $40.00 for the thing.  SHEESH! )

Time was ticking away and it would soon be time for me to return to the hotel and go back to that thing people call work.  With my limited time I tried to see some major highlights of downtown Boston.  I saw the sight of the Boston Massacre, saw Paul Reveres home (from the outside), and stopped at the famous Mikes Pastry (where I was glad I actually had cash on me since that's all they take).  With the amount of time I had in Boston I think I did pretty well on seeing what I did.  I couldn't have asked for such nice weather, and the size of Boston did not even intimidate me.  I guess after living in the big city of Chicago I feel like any other city I go visit is just like a little town.  There is much more I would love to see of the beautiful city of Boston again, but for now, this visit was just perfect.  Look out Boston, I will be back!

Houston, takes me back to last January as I was there for one of the many flight attendant interviews I was attending.  I hadn't been back since.  Now after finishing flight attendant training and met so many new people who quickly became my close friends I actually have people I know who live in Houston.  I was so excited for my 24 hours in this concrete city.  Immediately upon arriving I called up my two favorite people and we set out for dinner at a famous Tex-Mex restaurant.  Now if you know anything about Houston, it's intertwined by lots of freeway.  It's not my favorite city, but I didn't really care.  I was there to see friends and have me some good American Mexican food.  We sought out only the best in Houston, and I was not disappointed.  In fact, I can't get those chips and salsa out of my head.  They were the best I have had in a long time.  Mmmmmmhhhhhmmmmm!  I also found a new favorite restaurant in the Houston airport called Bullritos.  Another Tex-Mex.  Every time I have a layover in Houston I get all excited.  I don't eat a lot of airport food, but if i'm in Houston, oh I'll be eating this airport food.  It's cheap, good, and makes for more than one meal.  SWEET!  I still feel like I haven't seen much of Houston, but it's not really the most accessible city.  You have to have a car to really get around.  And, last time I was there I saw the temple, so what else is there to really see. ;)
Enrique, white girl, and Miss Angela.  (Holding their drinks.)
Jennifer and I.  One of my new favorite flight attendants I had the pleasure to work with.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Party Like it's 1998 or 2002?

My high school days were pretty sweet.  I had some great times in high school, and I had some awesome friends too!  I am trying to think back to one of the last times we were actually all together.  I know for sure when we graduated high school ('98) we were all together.  Then one last time in 2002 at my mission farewell we were together.  My little gang of friends consisted of me, Alisha, MinDee, and Leah.  We were inseprable, or so it seemed.  Soon after high school, one by one the three of them met the man of their dreams and were wisked away into that thing called marriage.  This marriage thing did not stop us from staying together.  Over the last fifteen years we have been able to stay connected.  Whether it be phone calls, texts, emails, or even regular mail we have kept our friendship going.
(I think this photo was taken in 2000 - I look horrible in this picture!)
Umpteen years later - like nothing has changed...except for the fact
they have a bunch of kids.  And, I'm still single?
Now that I have finally got my dream job (Flight Attendant - WOO HOO!!!) we decided it was now time to get together.  I have the means to get my girls on a plane, so let's meet up in the awesome city, my new home, Chicago.  And that we did!  

Seeing as my girls are all stay at home mom's with a bunch of kids to tend to all day it seemed easy to come to the city on a weekend.  After all arriving early saturday morning we immediately hit the streets and saw the sites.  There was no rest for these busy mom's...if you come to Chicago don't expect time to rest and relax.  Nope, we be out seeing all the major attractions and eating plenty of awesome food.  Eating so much that you will want to be out seeing the sites trying to walk it off!  That is how I roll here in Chi-Town.

First order of buisness was a stop at Mindy's Hot Chocolate.  After all my girls arrived it was that time of day to either eat breakfast or have an early lunch.  Mindy's Hot Chocolate was the perfect place for brunch.  The hot chocolate was amazing!  It was filled to the rim kind of a cup, big enough to serve more than one sipper.  Topped off with a very square homemade marshmellow.  The dip of the spoon left it coated in chocolate.  Oh gosh, I think we just died and went to heaven.  After almost getting full on a huge cup of thick chocolate we ordered up brunch.  All us girls chatted over hot choclate and delightful food, it was like we just saw each other last week.
One large cup of hot chocolate that will knock your socks off!
And, break the bank...
After checking into our swanky hotel downtown, in the heart of the city, it was time to hit the streets of the big city.  We hit all the major sites, Michigan Ave, Navy Pier, the Chicago river, the famous flamingo structure, and ending the day with dinner at Giradonos.  I think I might have wore these girls out, kind of need to after all the food consumption.  Back to the hotel, where I completly knocked out - first one to go.
Riding the water taxi through downtown Chicago.
Gotta have Chicago style pizza.  (I'm so sick of this stuff!)

The next morning I was called to work, but was sort of blessed to have a late show time.  Still was not happy about being called in to work though.  I knew it was a possibilty, but I didn't want it to happen.  It happened.  Up and at 'em we went.  Trying to do as much as possible before I had to leave the girls.  We ended up having an awesome breakfast downtown at an old classic diner called Lou Mitchell's.  Breakfast was worth the wait.  After the scrumptious meal it was off to church.  Not with much luck...we showed up just in time to hear the closing remarks of the final speaker.  Oh well, we tried.  Lastly, they dropped me off and bid me farewell.  Then with my recommendations and directions they continued to play in the big city without me.  I was upset, and distraut.  But, what was I to do?  I will look at it as being grateful I did have a little bit of time to play with them in my new home.
Me not wanting to leave...It was really quite sad.