Spring in the Windy City

A year ago today, we were wandering the streets of Milan.  Today, we’re in equally wonderful city that’s a lot closer to home.  We have some big trips ahead, so a Midwestern weekend made sense.  Plus, Bambino loves Chicago.

We’re not big Michigan Ave. shoppers.  The American Girl store and Legoland are not on the schedule.  Instead, we are enjoying the city itself.

 

We started off Day 2 pretending we were Italian. 

  

   

  (We honestly visited Eataly three times in about 12 hours.  It doesn’t help that it’s less than a block from our hotel.)

Then, we visited one of my favorite museums in the world.

   

  

    

       

I was about Bambino’s age when I first visited the Field Museum.  It was a joy to see his reaction to its treasures.  He explored and played.  He asked questions.  He learned.  

After our trek through the Field Museum, we needed a break.  Buddy Guy Legends was fairly close by.  An acoustic blues set and gumbo beckoned.

  

The musician playing was very talented, and kind enough to explain to us the history of blues and banjos.  (The place filled moments after I took this photo.). UPDATE :   I discovered afterward that we had been in the able hands of Fruteland Jackson, who is an award-winning blues educator.  

After lunch, the sunshine lured us back outside, to one of Chicago’s many parks.

 
 

 

We were joined for a happy hour by an old friend of mine.  Bambino chattered his ear off about elephants, “sauruses,” and “bluuuuues on the banjo!”  It was a good day.

Today, we planning on a zoo visit, more blues, and whatever else Chicago serves up for us.  Stay curious.

Smitten.

I don’t give my hometown(s) enough credit. West Michigan is a a place of contrasts. Beer, art, hipsters. Churches, dunes, and agriculture. Autumn here is particularly special. There is an immediacy and bittersweetness to the crisp, cool, sunshiny days. We Michiganders know that, Autumn is for the NOW. You must enjoy the present, because tomorrow may bring ice and snow. (And, that ice and snow will last for months.)

In Grand Rapids, we just wrapped up ArtPrize, our annual celebration of the creative/weird/awe-inspiring.

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I think Jerry (President Ford, to you non-Grand Rapidians) would be proud of the scene.

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Bambino checked it out with his Chicago posse.

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This past Sunday, the sun and waves beckoned. I used to live in Grand Haven, and this beach town played an iconic part in every GR kids’ teen years. Il Cane needed a good walk, and we all happily obliged.

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The trees are ablaze with color. Our markets are filled with local apples and end-of-season goodness. Our streets and parks are art galleries. There’s tailgating, corn mazes, and really good local brews. You can’t beat Michigan’s West Coast this time of year.

Bambino Recommends:

GR–

Donkey— Modern tacos. Artisanal margaritas. No high chairs, but an awesome patio.

Brewery Vivant— Belgian-style beer in an old chapel = Trappist chic. Good food too.

Founders— Apparently, beer nerds consider this GR’s beer mecca. We like their music scene, delicious sandwiches, and great patio too.

Downtown Market— My favorite place to grocery shop, other than the farmers’ markets.

Meijer Gardens— Cool for all ages. Gardens, sculpture park, and concert venue.

Grand Haven–

Pronto Pup— Summer = meat on a stick.

Grand Haven State Park– Long expanses of sand and surf, plus a beautiful, accessible boardwalk.