Normally, for “Tuesday Travels,” I would wax poetic about some aspect of traveling, share a few memories of past misadventures, or, in the case of last week, contradict a curmudgeon’s perspective of a place I love. But, alas, I must interrupt today’s regularly scheduled programming for a shameless plug.
For the past week, I’ve featured the glorious city of Chicago in a six-part series on my American Nomad travel blog, and if you have absolutely nothing better to do today – and have never been to the Windy City before – I encourage you to check it out. I fell in love with Chicago in the summer of 1993, when I went for a five-week Radio/TV/Film course on the campus of Northwestern University – and I’ve been in love ever since. Although I moved from Chicago in the fall of 2000 to kick-start this nomadic existence that my husband and I currently embrace, I have never forgotten the wonder of living in the Windy City – and Dan and I have returned whenever we can.
In the first post – “A Windy City Weekend: Getting Started” – I offer a few basic tips for traversing the vast tapestry of neighborhoods and suburbs known as Chicagoland.
In the second post – “A Windy City Weekend: Strolling Amid Masters” – I explore the eclectic art scene, from the masterful paintings at The Art Institute of Chicago to the contemporary sculpture of Millennium Park.
In the third post – “A Windy City Weekend: Stepping Back in Time” – I venture inside the tremendous Field Museum, one of my favorite natural history museums in the whole wide world.
In the fourth post – “A Windy City Weekend: Stuffing Face Chicago-style” – I describe my favorite Chicago treat: a stuffed spinach pizza from Giordano’s.
In the fifth post – “A Windy City Weekend: Catching a Ballgame” – I share my fond memories of watching Cubs baseball games at legendary Wrigley Field.
In the sixth post – “A Windy City Weekend: Exploring the Nightlife” – I encourage folks to experience the theater scene, listen to live music, and visit one of my favorite haunts, the romantic restaurant where Dan gave me a plush Eeyore on my twenty-third birthday and asked me to be his bride.
Well, I hope you haven’t minded this shameless plug. I promise to return next week with more poetic, revealing, or embarrassing notions about my myriad travels. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this comprehensive tour through Chicago, which is second only to New Orleans as my favorite city in America.
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