As I walk through Millennium Park, I’m reminded that when I lived here, none of this existed. But when I look up, I recognize the skyline. The building with the pyramid top, the one whose top looks like a diamond, the Sears Tower (sorry, Willis Tower).
When I first arrived in Chicago in 1997, I knew exactly three phrases in English:
“Hi, how are you?”
“My name is Mariana”
“I don’t speak English.”
Blast from the past at the Mark Twain Boyhood Home and Museum
When I was a teenager, I didn’t get out much. I had to work to help at home, and as such, I moved between my house, school, work, a couple of after-school activities, and not much else. But there were some cool outings once in a while. One of these outings from my teenage years that I’ll never forget was a field trip to Hannibal, Missouri, where the high school juniors got to see Mark Twain’s Boyhood Home and Museum (and more).
She asks us to come see the beautiful house they’ve just created, and when we come outside, a lovely fairy house awaits.
She runs out of the driveway, waving at the RV as she comes near the street. She smiles at us, and I like her immediately. Not that I didn’t already like her—after all, we’ve been speaking to one another about writing, editing, and various other topics for nearly four years now, and she has always been kind. Her offer of a cabin by the lake, for as many days as we would like, is simply the cherry on top of what I already considered a good friendship.
After leaving Regina, we drove towards Winnipeg, Manitoba, to visit some friends. But first, we (of course) had to stop at a library, so I could get some freelancing work done and so the kids could have a nice break from driving while they read books and played.
Free things to do with kids in San Diego, California
We’re really enjoying it here at Sweetwater Summit Regional Park, and want to stay an extra night. So I call the gate and ask if there are any sites available. The ranger says there is one left, but I’ll have to come to the gate to register for it, because there are too many cars coming in and he can’t be on the phone. I say OK.
Anyone’s who’s known me for any length of time knows that the ocean is my happy place.
The library is small, but lively. It’s as much a community center as a library, offering free snacks to children every afternoon, and offering adult coloring meetups every week.