My dad and his wife, Carole Anne moved to Australia a year ago. They just now came back to visit the U.S. for a couple weeks, and spent a nice weekend in Chicago with us. What do you do in Chicago when people come to town? Take them to the bean of course. (You only call it “Cloud Gate,” if you are the artist or the artist’s mom. No one else will really know what you are talking about.
Looks like the city could pop at any moment.
You have to wait in line at the park on Mother's day to get this photo. These tulips grow behind the most popular bench in the city to have your engagement/wedding/senior prom/family picture taken. Does it look like the tulip on the right is burping? Yes, I think it is.
And the crowd goes wild.
Across the street is the cultural center. Have you been there? It's gorgeous AND free. The designs on the walls are all mosaics. Ridiculous!
Gilded stairway craziness.
Archway and mosaic madness.
Then Jordan had to take his shoes off to rest his messed up feet. He was wearing 7-inch heels the day before.
To further injure Jordan, we kept walking through Gotham. Here is the CBOT building that creeps me out on a daily basis. It is smack at the end of Lasalle street and has a scary statue on the top.
We did eat massive amounts of food at great places like Andies, Park Grille, and Karyn’s Cooked, but I was so consumed in the deliciousness of it that I didn’t get any photos. If I visit my dad in Australia though, I promise to take a picture of my dinner. And I would certainly get a shot of a wallaby–maybe even a koala, although I heard rumors that they are more angry than cute. I will have to be sneaky.