Saturday, August 24, 2013

Best Home Town Trip

Two things I just realized: I haven't blogged for nearly two weeks (I blame going into the wilderness . . . more on that in the future) and I haven't blogged about my trip home in July.  Time to kill two blogbirds with one blogstone!

So, yeah.  I went to Chicago kind of suddenly one weekend.  It was one of those super early morning flights from La Guardia.  The kind you take a cab for.

Next thing I knew I was in Chicago.  I hadn't been home in over a year.  Here's establishing O'Hare photos to establish that I was there.

Important Chicago discovery: There's a Rick Bayless torta shop at O'Hare now.

I got home to Oak Park before Mom got home to Oak Park from a week at Girl's Camp.

We celebrated her return and my return by going to the grocery store for Sunday dinner ingredients.

And then we went to Las Fuentes for the traditional Las Fuentes eatings.

Here's the part of my family that lives in Chicago still.

Here is me, for better or worse.

Chaunte was also in Chicago that weekend.  She spent Sunday with the Barneses.  After church I took her to see Al Capone's grave,

Then she took me to meet some friends of hers from Chicago.  No pictures of friends reuniting, but I got a picture of my chilaquiles.

Then we scurried home for a proper Sunday dinner.  The sort worth flying home for.

Then we took our Sunday afternoon walk through the neighborhood.

Oak Park is overrun with bunnies right now.

Monday: Went downtown with Mom and Emily to eat with Dad.  Killed time around Northwestern.

Museum of Contemporary Art was closed

But not the Gift Shop!!

Niketown is always a legitimate Michigan Ave stop.

Made our traditional visit to the Lamborghini Dealer.  Not kidding!  And neither are they when it comes to leasing Murcielagos.

Went inside a church I've been passing my whole life for the first time.

Yeah, and then a little later it was time to go back to New York.

Inside the Airport: Plane's totally late.

But that's okay, it just gave me enough time to get one of those Rick Bayless tortas I'd been thinking about all weekend.


Dad said...

Know I know why you didn't feel badly about not getting to Xoco.

Jen said...

My grandma dated Al Capone's brother, Ralph and my great grandparents are buried there too. Glad to see it on here.