Friday 9 August 2002

We've been staying out at a suburban hotel near Ravinia, where the place names are all things like Highland Park and Glencoe, but the place is completely flat.  Today's flight doesn't take off until evening, so I suggested that a few of us get up in the morning and take the train into Chicago. We only had three hours in the Windy City, but it's a very beautiful place and I liked it a lot: May and I went to the Navy Pier, Greg went off downtown to buy cowboy boots, and Ursula sought out a favourite painting at the Art Institute. Ah the touring life. We'd just come off the Ferris wheel, when May said 'Exactly a week ago, we were in Aberdour Castle at a barbecue'...