
I even found my hotel on the second try. I'm glad I remember Chicago from way back when I used to live here, shortly after Mrs. O'Leary's cow kicked the lantern over... Most importantly, I found a parking spot for my car where it will remain until I leave. It will be two days of buses and trains for me. On my very first ride back in the city we were packed in like cockroaches and I got to stand next to a homeless person who reeked of stale urine, lots and lots of stale urine. Ah, the joys of city living.
I walked around some of my old haunts and stumbled across one of those "Taste of" street events which included some very fine restaurants. I had been looking for someplace to eat but wasn't inspired, then I found the Halsted Tastes Better fair and got to sample a variety of great dishes. Perfect!!

Anyway, I'm glad to be back in Chicago - in the summertime. I had forgotten what a beautiful and clean city this is; it puts Honolulu to shame. I wonder what kind of trouble I can get into tomorrow?
The sweet smell of urine in the summer, sounds like a good place to train for going to India. We can totally relate to driving as an extreme sport. Then again the streets sound too clean and there wouldn't be fun waiter races. Probably have to replace that with Indian spitting contests.
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