Thursday I came back home after spending 12 days in Costa Rica. It could’ve been the bitter Chicago wind, or glimpses of my own dusky shoulders in mirrors, or nibbles
On Thursday, Mom, Sister and I had a little touristy outing. My mom has been wanting to visit the Farmer’s Market in Daley Plaza for a while, and Vanessa heard
Know what’s fun? Boat rides. Especially boat rides to another continent.
One day, I woke up. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and I was feeling particularly invigorated. “Yes,” I thought. “Today is Bazaar Day.”
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The carpet salesman brought out coffee and glasses of water on a silver engraved tea tray before setting a cup and saucer before me, then his wife, then at the
I wish I could say I drank in the Prado with all the knowledge, sophistication and reverence it deserved. But I didn’t.
