My husband is going to Chicago for work next week. For four days. Four whole days with air conditioning and a hotel room all to himself. I'm not jealous or anything.
Okay, I'm crazy jealous. I want to go. I've been wanting to visit Chicago for a long time.
He's not enthused (he's not big on traveling), but keeps asking me why I'm so interested.
Truthfully, most places I want to go, it has to do with the food. I will never want to travel somewhere that does not have good food. But this is hard to explain to someone who I sincerely believe was born without taste buds. And is skinny. You can't explain wanting to travel to a city simply to have a culinary experience to someone who lives on a solid diet of frozen pizza (dairy), Sunchips (grains), fish sticks (protein) and Starburst (fruit).
Chicago is no different. But I also want to see all the architecture. I want to experience the city. My interest in Chicago started with the book Devil in the White City (if you haven't read it, I highly recommend it - absolutely fascinating).
For now, I have to live vicariously through my husband. Did I mention they're near Navy Pier?
I had better at least get a souvenir. Preferable some Chicago Deep Dish. They'll Fed Ex that, right?