Chicago is actually a very pretty city; I thought it would be more like NYC- dirty, loud, crowded, smelly - but it was clean (for a big city), prettily dotted with plants, and VERY empty.
It took a while to get to the Aquarium, and when we got there, there were about 300 people trying to get in - not counting those with wheel chairs or strollers: they had their own line.
So we opted to try the Field Museum, which had no long line - probably because it was $23 per adult to get in.
We wandered around the Lake Michigan shoreline, looked at boats, saw a HUGE trout (?) jump, and talked. That's when I realised I'd forgotten my camera.
I had either left it on the plane, or at the gate in Syracuse. We called Granma, who called the airline, who searched the gate in Syracuse and called the O'Hare airport, who found that my camera had been discovered under the seat in front of where I sat on the plane, and that it was waiting for me to pick it up at the gate.
THANK GOD.
Around 2, we went back to the airport, went through security, found our Dublin gate, found the gate where my camera was being held, and ate. And waited. A lot.
We met two girls, and their parents, who were also going to Ireland. They were Five and Six, and looked like twins; their names were Catherine and Cameron. They were flying to Dublin to meet cousins, and they were impatient to get on the plane. Which was unfortunate, because we were very late boarding.
We also met a very nice Irish couple who moved to California in 1969, and were hopping across the pond for a cruise in the homeland.
I think we all have the same flight back.
This is the largest airplane I can remember flying on; it has 44 rows in coach, and each row has seven seats. We had beef and mashed potatoes, salad, a mini gryier cheese, crackers, and an oatmeal cookie for dinner. The flight attendants are not very polite. And my pen likes to die on me. And I left my headphones in my backpack which is now in an overhead bin.
We met two girls, and their parents, who were also going to Ireland. They were Five and Six, and looked like twins; their names were Catherine and Cameron. They were flying to Dublin to meet cousins, and they were impatient to get on the plane. Which was unfortunate, because we were very late boarding.
We also met a very nice Irish couple who moved to California in 1969, and were hopping across the pond for a cruise in the homeland.
I think we all have the same flight back.
This is the largest airplane I can remember flying on; it has 44 rows in coach, and each row has seven seats. We had beef and mashed potatoes, salad, a mini gryier cheese, crackers, and an oatmeal cookie for dinner. The flight attendants are not very polite. And my pen likes to die on me. And I left my headphones in my backpack which is now in an overhead bin.
Phooey.
OH! And my cell broke. So I'm naked. Not that I could use it in Dubline or Balao Chico but STILL. Poor Cody, he'll think I'm ignoring him. I miss him already.
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