|Jack engaging in the "typical activity"|
|Walking up to Navy Pier|
We even took a trip down the river to see Navy Pier, which was amazing but would have been more amazing if it wasn't raining. Oh well! After boring Jack with my obsession with shopping at Anthropologie, we made our way to the Consulate of Spain. I waited in line, maybe 15 minutes, and finally was called up to the front in order to get my Visa. At first the guy told me that he couldn't find it, but after I insisted it had to be there, he finally dug through passport by passport in order to find mine. Of course, it was located somewhere at the bottom of the stack.
|Just talking with my friend at Navy Pier|
|Shy Sal and Omar after having just been in the downpour|
We hung out for a little while longer and then called a cab to take us back to Jack's house. The next morning Jack had something to do for this research thing he's doing, so I took the train down to Wicker Park and went shopping. Well, that was my original intention. I actually just ended up walking around the neighborhood, looking at all the little townhomes, and I ran into the Pitchfork Media office of Chicago. Someone was sitting outside it and we chatted for a while, before Jack called me and said that he was ready. So, I found my way back to the Damon stop on the blue line and went to UIC to meet up with him. Jack was tired, so he took a little nap, and then went off to work at around 6. Jack's parents took me to the airport and I was home at last!
...and that was my short two-day Chicago trip.