Solo in Chicago
Also on my first day in town, I got terribly lost getting to my Airbnb. Yes, I rented an Airbnb for the first time on this trip-if you’re going to plan an experiences trip, go all the way with it.
So yes, completely lost-with my bags, of course. At first, everything seemed like it was going well. I was successfully following the CTA transit directions on an app I downloaded. Mistake. The app didn't tell me which way I should be going on said transit once my route switched from train to bus. Just what bus I should be on. Soooo....naturally I got on the right bus in the wrong direction and an hour or so after I'd told my Airbnb host that I'd be by in 40 minutes to drop my bags off...the bus I was on turned around. It hit the end of the route and just completely turned around. Umm...WAIT, WHAT?? So...I quickly got off at the second stop on this return route, then deleted the app. I wandered for a bit, saw a ramen bar I quickly put in my notes to come back and visit once I got my life together and decided to just call a cab-hailing one proved essentially impossible. They just ignore you. So I call the first one that popped up in my search, and the dispatcher was rude as hell. She proceeded to tell me that it would be at least 40 minutes before anyone arrived and that they couldn’t guarantee anyone would even show up and to just look out for a maroon car. W...T...F?
Then I saw cars with Uber stickers and a light bulb went off. THEY HAVE UBER HERE! DUH! Up until this week, there was no Uber in San Antonio. City officials have been fighting about it for months...being greedy and ridiculous yada yada. So I downloaded the Uber app as quickly as my little fingers could go, went through all of the steps and within minutes I was in and had requested my Uber. BOOM. I was at my Airbnb within the next 30 minutes. Problem solved.
I ate my delicious sandwich, drank all of the caffeine and headed back to my apartment. Sat down for a few minutes, because worn out, freshened up, changed and headed out. It was my mission to visit 360Chicago. I HAD to do it. So I figured out my transit track directly from the CTA website, got on a bus then a train and headed downtown. Once I got to my stop, I was ready with headphones in my ears, secretly giving me walking directions to my destination. Made it to 360Chicago, looked up at the building in awe, smiled and headed inside. I waited in line for just a few minutes, asked for “one please”...and was told there was full overcast. Zero visibility. This was not a win. But I have to give credit to the ticket salesmen/women, who were honest enough to tell everyone in line that there is zero visibility, but tickets are full price. Sooo you’re paying full price to see absolutely nothing. I thanked them and headed out, unsure of where I wanted to go next. On my way in, a guy on the street had given me a flyer to a comedy show at The Comedy Bar. Luckily I didn’t throw it away. I put in the address, took a train and purchased my one ticket for the show. Because why not? There was no agenda on this trip, nothing was planned. I was doing as I pleased, when I pleased for the weekend. I sat at the bar, had local beer and an order of fries (yep, just fries) and enjoyed an evening of pretty good comedy. It ended around 9:30p and since I wasn’t yet familiar with my surroundings, I decided to end my exploration for the night. Realizing I hadn’t packed any of the 7 pair of flip flops I own, I made my way to a Walgreen’s nearby and after having to wait for a very nice associate to find the last pair in the building for me-a sassy purple pair with “Chicago” in yellow comic sans type all over them, I hit up Uber again because I wasn’t fighting with transit anymore that night. It was getting late and I was growing tired.
|Jinya Ramen Bar!|
On day two, I started with ramen, because what could go wrong after that. I went back to Jinya Ramen Bar-the one I’d seen while I was lost-and it was everything I could have wished for. Just everything. It made me briefly forget that my right foot was starting to hurt a bit. But I treaded on and tried 360Chicago again. Still overcast and zero visibility. Still full price. So I headed towards the Art Institute of Chicago. Let me just say that this museum is HUGE. I don’t even think I made it to all of the corners of art and amazingness. I saw the main exhibits and made sure to make it to the section with tiny rooms. Literally-tiny, detailed rooms only a little bit larger than a shoebox. There was something extra special about those and I loved them very much.
I also made it to the bean, because that’s a must. Also, I had no idea it would be in my path to the museum, so that was a win.
|I had the bean in my little hand.|
|One of the tiny rooms-looks regular size, right?|
So moving on…
|The best pizza EVER at Pequods.|
|Next time, Boiler Room. Next time.|
Luckily, this bar was basically under the blue line train. Which was perfect, because I was on the blue line. I went in and had to wait a smooth 20 minutes for the train to actually arrive. It took SO long.
Then I got on the train and soon realized the stop I needed wasn’t on the route. I got off at another stop that had the name of one of the streets near the apartment in hopes things would look familiar. Not only did they not look familiar, but it was the sketchiest train stop I’d seen thus far. I swiftly exited the train station (after being extremely hesitant) and headed to the other side in order to go in the opposite direction, at least to a safer looking stop. I was tired and getting annoyed with this whole situation. I got off at the next normal looking stop and called Uber to be rescued yet again.
|20+ minute wait here...|
|The real deal Gino's pizza|
I headed out for the last time to have something to eat and went to Gino’s East. The real deal, right? I had an old fashioned (I don’t think the bartender knew how to make one really) and 40 minutes later out came my small pizza. The crust was super thick, but it was delicious. So much cheese.
That was my last adventure in Chicago. I proceeded to take all of the proper trains and buses, and got back to the apartment in one piece.
The next morning, I got up bright and early at 5am for 7am flight, Uber’d it to the airport and came home to Texas sunshine and heat and slept in my own bed again and all was well in the world. Another trip of experiences in the books.
Next up: New York in November
Stay tuned for that one...we all know how much I love New York.
Until next time, travelers, dreamers and soul searchers...
Peace, love and travel to all!