Part 1: Rectangular structures
So here I am, flying over
the pond. Hardly into the unknown, but it sure feels like
it. For the first time I will truly be alone on a different
continent. I can see the southernmost tip of Greenland from
the plane. A silly grin forms on my face. If I can see Greenland
from here, I'm still at home.
The feeling of really being
alone finally hits me while waiting for my baggage at Chicago
O'Hare airport. From here on it's not up to the airlines anymore,
I have to make my own way. So I get lost a bit trying to find
a train into the city.
It is early afternoon and
people are making their ways into the city. Eavesdropping
on their conversations, I learn that their plan is to secure
good fireworks-viewing spots in the park. I don't pay too
much attention - my first priority at this moment is to not
get lost trying to find the hostel.
As I get off the train, the
almost unbearably stifling air hits me. The rectangular structure
of central Chicago is very easy to navigate and I'm in my
hostel room in no time. Thank God for air conditioning and
en-suite shower and bathroom. Now I know why it is the most
expensive hostel I've ever stayed at.
I take a walk to the main
train station to pick up my ticket to Seattle. The wind is
blowing, it's raining a little and I'm falling in love with
the city. I have no idea why. I am totally unprepared as a
tourist for this place. I almost literally bump into Sears
Tower on the way.
Part 2: The
4th of July
travelogue is part of the subside