Well, we’ve arrived.
No, not in the universal sense of having attained all of our goals. We’ve just made it to Chicago.
I’m typing this at my daughter’s dining room table looking out at the lake and part of downtown and the park from 42 stories up in the sky. In the past year I’d forgotten just how dramatic this view is.
The getting here was uneventful, again. 335 miles today to the spot where we dropped off our camper and van. Amy came to pick us up and bring us into town. Then we shopped for groceries and fought the traffic to make it into the big city center.
Plans for tonight are to go out for Mexican food with Amy and husband Tom, and their two good friends Rhett and Julia (who we’ve not yet met).
Amy tells us that Rhett’s mother’s favorite movie of all time is “Gone with the Wind.” Figure that one out. No go ahead and think about it. Funny.
We have no specific plans for tomorrow except dinner plans. More on that Sunday. Carol took a bunch of pictures of Amy’s apartment (some new furniture since last year) and the view from her windows, so maybe, when she has time to review and edit them, you’ll get a peek.
Time to go to dinner. Bye!