I Don't Know How to Pronounce Chi-Town.

We are here in Chicago, doing walks and watching Olympics and refusing housekeeping and eating free breakfasts. Even being harassed by street preachers after we told him we already believed in Jesus. I refused to repeat after him his vision, so my straight and narrow, he informed me, was about four steps long. I think his prophesy for me is condemnation? Oh well. Dan had his Visa interview on Tuesday. The second question he was asked was about Tiger Woods. He thinks he answered correctly. But really, the interview is just a formality, and we should be picking up our Visas today at 3:30. ! So we should be flying to South Korea tomorrow. !

Yesterday we failed at public transit and walked for a real long time to Salvation Army to buy a suitcase in which to store 20 excess pounds from two of our suitcases so we don't have to pay out them dollar bills. After we got back from Salvation Army, we rested for a bit and then decided to go out and buy some coats. I don't know, I got nervous that I hated my coat and that I wouldn't be able to buy one in Korea, and Dan needed a better hoodie. It's not a real problem. That's true. It was fun, because we stopped by our Honeymoon Hotel, the Palmer House Hilton, to ask the concierge for directions to a Mexican restaurant.


Here's a video Dan made of our coat trip.



I like the sky when I fly, and here is its sunrise.


Too many cloud pictures.


I know.


This cloud has a shadow!


That's all.


If there is a fire at your bum, you should run from it.


Speaking of fires. We tried to make coffee the first night. It should be said that our hotel room is the tiniest thing. So tiny it is that we had to wheel the coffee cart into the bathroom to an available outlet. We feel this is adequate preparation for a Korea studio apartment, though, and we are thankful for that acclimation. Oh, but fires because we burnt the coffee while somehow managing not to brew it all, which is why we've never made coffee in a hotel room before. Today we just had some coffee at the breakfast bar.


Trump's tower and stacked buildings.


Obstructed sky line walking to Salvation Army.


Less obstructed. And that truck doing one of my favorite winter things: flipping snow off its roof.


Doolin's ain't foolin' around.


Thrift store.


Dan with the cam.


I think this is a pretty fair artistic expression of how shopping feels to Dan.


This is obviously a manatee! For real, isn't it? Overstuffed pantyhose water dweller.


Old hoodie.


A lunch break on our way home from Salvation Army. We had bus troubles on our way to the thrift store. We didn't realize that the streets are announced as they are passed, so we requested a stop after our street was announced and didn't realize until several stops later that we had missed it. We didn't try the bus again after that.


Dan is teaching me to have my picture took.


This is a Bloomingdale's. We think it used to be a mosque or something Jewish maybe? Am I racist since I don't know?


For dessert.


New hoodie. Immediately after we purchased our warm things, we put them on in the double door area at the front of the store. Dan was pulling this on himself which revealed to me the back:


At which point I said, "Uh, Dan, did you see the back of this thing?" He had not seen it. Haha. It's not that bad. I mean, people wear the Union Jack. It's just funny because he chose this one over a hoodie that had a much smaller icon printed on the front.

So we're off soon to get our Visas. Hope this all works out.