A funny thing happened on our way for a bob. I have never written a blog from a significantly distanced holiday before. I didn’t truly imagine I would become an instant travel writer but I thought there may be a slight change of flavour to my daily ponderings. Instead I find that the ponderings continue on in much the same way with different stimuli.
We are in Chicago because Hannah worked here 25 years ago and had never been back. Her time here formed part of a misspent youth with bars, friends and adventures but her working life was not a particularly happy one as an au pair to a wealthy Anglo/American family.
The men of the family, a husband and ex-husband were kind but the woman who was her de facto employer was quite a dreadful person.
The family and Hannah lived in a large apartment on Lakeshore Drive overlooking the beach, looking towards the Drake Hotel.
25 years on Hannah thought it would be a fine idea to book into the Drake Hotel and cleanse the memory of an unkind person from her memories of a spectacular location. I suppose that is the core of our travel plans here and within hours Chicago has put new memories in place, but as is the way with ponderings, not exactly as we planned.
Coming out of our room for a swim/bob in Lake Michigan we spotted some comfy sofas
They looked like the perfect spot for weary travelers to spend an evening reading books. The view was great even if the windows were a little mucky.
We wandered about a bit and were overwhelmed and surprised by the decor of the space and facilities that were available. It was only when we stumbled on an unmade bed that we realised we were not in a palatial lounge area .
The area next to our room was a massive suite, with double doors so huge that when they were left wide open they just looked like an area of paneled corridor. The mirror picture at the top of the blog was snapped as we left.
When we returned, after our bob, the door was firmly shut and our room was once again at the end of an unremarkable corridor. Just a label on the door suggesting why we thought the sofas looked especially comfy.
In other ponderings, the baby seagulls here are epic and unbothered by being close to humans.
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the drake is the hotel where my father always stayed when traveling to Chicago on business. after he passed away, about 10 years ago, I stayed there with friends as an ode to him and it was lovely, one of the classic old-style hotels. I’m glad you stayed there, and sorry that woman was so awful to your daughter in the past, and I could not stop laughing about your lounging around in someone’s suite. that is something that would happened to me )
Hannah is my partner, the border guard was properly lovely when we entered at Chicago O Hare. He spent time talking to us about the inclusivity and open mindedness of Chicago and then preabled a bit and said “Ladies, don’t go to Texas, its where I’m from and they are still burning books, so now I’m here” I am originally from Halstead in Essex, I guess we will learn exactly how liberal this city is when we visit.
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ah, thanks for clarifying and how wonderful the guard’s welcome. he is right about a lot of Texas unless you visit Austin, like an oasis in the desert. I think Chicago is quite open and accepting and you’ll have a wonderful time there.
Wow, great luxury.