When I was seven years old, my parents surprised my brother and I with a trip to Disney World. With our suitcases already packed and in the car, Mickey hats included, the only thing that stood between us and that big ‘ole mouse was just one, restless night of sleep.
I can remember the next morning as if it was yesterday. Everything just felt different, even the air; the 4:00am drive to the airport, the 3-hour plane ride to Orlando, the taxi ride to our hotel. Every last part to that vacation still remains crystal clear in my memory.
There’s only one other place that has a similar kind of hold on me; that place would be Chicago. I can’t quite pinpoint what it is. Perhaps it’s the cheese and caramel covered popcorn (don’t knock it until you’ve tried it) or maybe it’s knowing that on one block I can stare at the enchanting windows of Macy’s and on another block gaze out into the endless waters of Lake Michigan. Whatever it is, the Windy City has always pulled on my heartstrings.
This past Friday, I was lucky enough to spend an evening with Andrew at the charming Renaissance Blackstone Chicago Hotel, downing countless bottles of red wine and all different kinds of tapas, only to be followed by a relaxing Saturday afternoon spent exploring the snow-dusted city with my new camera.
Those two days just so happened to make for an unforgettable weekend in a city I couldn’t possibly love more. Until next time, Chicago!