Exploring Chicago

My best friend got married in Chicago this summer. Of course as a bridesmaid, I was there for her every need. But I managed to squeeze in some time to see the sights. Here’s what I turned up during my long weekend in the Windy City (and it is windy).

The Bean
The Bean (officially named the Cloud Gate) at Millennium Park was intriguing. It’s such a simple structure yet it’s not. I was fascinated. The huge, reflective sculpture gives you an interesting perspective of the city by distorting its reflection.

Can you spot us in the Bean?

The Riverfront
The city has done a wonderful job of making the Chicago River an attraction in itself. Not to be overshadowed by Lake Michigan, here’s some highlights.

A ferry on the river

Exploring Trump's new building

People hanging out

Millennium Park
Not to be outdone by the Bean, Millennium Park has beautiful gardens situated in the middle of downtown. This creates a nice little urban oasis. After a long day of pounding the pavement shopping and battling the crowds along the Magnificent Mile, Millennium Park is a sanctuary.

The city’s architecture is beautiful and full of rich details.

And let’s not forget the main reason I was in Chicago. Here’s a shot of the happy couple:


Close quarters

Loft living is truly an urban living experience. And our loft is great. The concrete floors and pillars, exposed pipes, pocket doors, and 10-feet-tall warehouse windows give our space lots of character. But despite all that concrete reinforcement, there’s still one thing to contend with: neighbors. Even though it has one-of-a-kind features, our building is not sound proof. Because of this, I know my neighbors better than they think—not necessarily by sight. If I happen to hear a familiar voice, grunt, or sneeze around town, I might know exactly where that person lives.

Just by listening I know there’s a Green Bay Packers fan who lives in the unit above us. I know he’s a fan without conversing with him. Say it’s Monday night, Packers vs. Vikings, and the Packers—down by a touchdown—just fumbled the ball. Loud, choice words drift down from above. This makes us laugh—even the cat rattles out of a sound slumber. After recovering the fumble, the Vikings score a touchdown. Now the Packers are down by 14. To the man upstairs, it really can’t get much worse. We hear the cracking sound of plastic as it hits the concrete floor (there goes the remote) and scuffing noises followed by a loud thud. This makes us think Packer Fan is tossing furniture around. Again, we laugh and this time we mute our TV so we can enjoy the entertainment from above.

This neighborly noise is not just limited to humans. Next door is a lovely young woman with a dog named Butters. If our cat Libby meows a little too gratuitously (which never happens), Butters keeps her in check with a series of stern barks. Never mind that Libby is twice Butters’ size. These stern barks are always followed by an even more stern: “Butters, NO!” Oh, the joys our pets—and our neighbors—bring us.

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