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.
After finishing up our time in Alberta (and thankfully recovering from the awful bug that went through the RV), we headed towards Regina, Saskatchwean, with a stop in Moose Jaw to break up the drive a bit. Dan seemed to have escaped the virus for the time being.
After visiting Calgary and Dinosaur Provincial Park, we stopped briefly in Brooks, Alberta, prior to moving on to Medicine Hat, a city whose name I’ve always wondered about. We didn’t know much about this town prior to visiting it, but it turns out there are some really neat things to do here, and we do recommend a visit, if not for the tourist attractions, at least for its beautifully sunny skies.
The Calgary Public Library
is a large network of branches dedicated not only to knowledge sharing and encouraging an interest in literature, but it’s also a community-building hub with services most of us small city folk can only dream of. The Calgary Central Library is the jewel of the lot, but we found nice small branches, too.