Part 3: Magnum Double Caramel
On 4th July, I get up at
8am. My jet-lag is gone, but there's a big hole in my stomach.
I have breakfast at a café just next to the hostel.
Delicious - coffee and a cinnamon bun. I still have no plans
as to what to do all morning. I go back to the hostel and
start talking to Montserrat, a Spanish woman working in New
York, visiting Chicago for the long weekend. We decide to
do some sightseeing together.
Unlike me Montserrat has a
guidebook, so we see some interesting stuff you wouldn't see
just walking around the city, such as some sculptures by Picasso
and Miro. We also go to the top of Sears Tower. It is fascinating
discovering a city with someone I've only just met. The city
is huge, it goes on and on. And Lake Michigan is like the
Around noon Montserrat walks
me to the bus stop. This time I'm not walking to the train
station. Saying goodbye to Montserrat is strange. We've only
spent a few hours together, but it feels more like months.
She has made such a difference for me. Instead of wandering
aimlessly around the city, I got to love it.
I come to the train station
way too early, but I have to check my baggage on time. And
then I wait. I treat myself to an ice cream. Magnum Double
Caramel spurs some more Greenland memories. Until, of course,
a big sticky piece of chocolate lands on my white tank top
and wakes me up from my daydreaming.
I'm not too bothered though, I am about to start a 46-hour
train journey, which is a lot more exciting.
Part 3: The
travelogue is part of the subside