This was the first place I went to upon arriving in Chicago almost 2 weeks ago. I wish I could say that I was oo-ed and awed by the smells of Chinese food while propelling through crowds of Asians all while glowing Chinese lanterns were dangling from above, but none of that was to be found in Chi-Town’s Chicago. It was possibly the smallest and saddest China-town I have ever visited in all the cities I have been to (and I’ve been to a lot of them). I left bubble-tea-less and disappointed by the small desolation that Chicago calls its Chinatown. I did, however, find the origami star paper I was looking for that day. Despite my sadness, my mission was accomplished. Onto the next…
The sunny weather last Sunday lured me out of my lonely hostel room to the colorful grounds of Navy Pier. I had so much studying and work to do, but I don’t regret that I dedicated some off time to enjoy the weather and explore this much talked about place.
These trees with their lovely yellow leaves definitely held my attention for awhile. I walked slowly stopping to breathe in the crisp autumn air, taking in the sights, and people watch. Since the weather is cooling down and there’s not too much going on in Chicago around this time of year, the entrance of Navy Pier was quaint and serene.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been on an carousel. It’s probably been over 10 years, but there’s always this nostalgia that washes over me when I’m near one. Maybe it’s the childhood pictures I’ve flipped through of either my brother or me riding the plastic bouncey-horsey thing outside K-mart or wherever it was that my family used to shop. Now that I think about it…I’m not even sure if my family ever took us on a real carousel ride. Maybe I’ve mistaken nostalgia for an intense yearning to be a kid again.
This was the only decent picture I managed to capture of myself. I don’t want to do a selfie overload while I’m here in Chicago, but I have to admit…it’d be nice to have someone who was handsy with the camera. I’ll stay to the other side of the lens for the most part, spare you guys the repetitive fake smiles. Right after I took this picture, I had a young man approach me and he asked me if I was all alone. I smiled and told him yes, he suggested that I come hang out with him and his friends. I looked over to the herd of young boys all dressed in black sports coats of some kind and knew immediately that they had to be almost a decade younger than me. I told him that I appreciated his offer and asked him how old he was. His reply? Eighteen! I immediately broke into a wide smile, shook my head, and admitted that I was way too old to “hang” out with him and his friends. I was extremely flattered and it really did make my day that I could pass for someone who’s in their late teens or early 20s. But let’s be real…I’m no cougar (not yet anyway!)
Right after I took this picture, I immediately thought to myself…this reminds me so much of the San Francisco photo I took back in January as we were on board a boat towards Alcatraz. Weird comparison I know….but I have a habit of always comparing where I’ve gone to where I am and where I’m going. Similar or not, these type of views never get old. I managed to climb my short stubby self onto the high edge of a concrete block to capture this one.
City Nights, City Lights
I don’t even know where I was when I took this shot. Sometimes, I’ll just stop mid-stride to capture a sight like this. I couldn’t spot any stars as I looked up at the black sky but on this late Sunday night, but that didn’t stop me from looking up and around at the all the lights that surrounded me. I guess you could say that I am always looking for the light…the stars…forever looking for that one thing or things that will help ignite my fire and light up my world.
Half way through my Chicago adventure, more to come! Stay tuned!