We had barely landed in Chicago, when a cousin I had met only through Facebook asked if I wanted to get together for brunch.
Anne-Marie brought her two sisters and her mom, who was my father's cousin--the woman I was named after. I hadn't seen her since I was a child.
|Janet, Anne-Marie, the Kathleeens, Elaine|
The Obamas' house is just a few blocks away, surrounded by Secret Service barriers. Down the street is a plaque that commemorates their first date.
They made us dinner that night and breakfast the next morning. Before they took off on their own adventure, we went with them to a moving service at their Unitarian church. It didn't take long before we were encamped in their home with their two dogs. The nomads know how to adapt.
|Bear on the chair, Jake on the floor.|
Other days, we explore, or visit the farmer's market, or walk across the street for the free music in the park.
|Near the train entrance.|
On the days we venture downtown, there is so much to see. The art and architecture are mind-blowing. As are the food and music.
|Chagall at the Art Institute of Chicago|
|Blues at Buddy Guy's Legends.|
It's a very walkable city, even in the heat and humidity. Fortunately, this has been a milder summer than most. Still, it feels strange for this native Californian to feel like the air is a thing.
|Kate, Paul, Mari Carmen, Dave, and me reflected in the Bean.|
|My favorite Frank Lloyd Wright.|
|The crew with Frank.|
The whirlwind of activities included a picnic and free jazz in Millennium Park...
|The Kates do headstands before the music starts.|
|Architecture boat tour down the Chicago River.|
|So warm at night it felt like a Mexico beach.|