A day in The Windy City

It was… the summer of 2012, I spent the summer participating in an internship at the University of Notre Dame. One weekend, me and a couple of friends from the internship, I decided to take a train to Millennium Park in Chicago and walk to a music festival. Little did I know, it was a Lot of miles between the train station and the street where the festival was being held. I walked the whole way, but it was an interesting experience and did a bunch of things I didn't think I was going do. First… There were large colorful status in the park, and I could walk around and take pictures. They were surrounded by water fountains, everybody had a good time.

Then… we stumbled upon an art exhibit for the blind, which was really cool because every piece was interactive and you could touch it. It was a weird feeling, because I thought someone was going to say something because we were touching the art. I had never had more fun in an art museum, or in an exhibit.

After that, we arrived at the festival, it was really loud, there were a lot of people, and most of all it was really fun. The thing that shocked me the most was the food selection at the festival. It was all weird fried foods. There was a fried chocolate and candy stand, were you could choose between a fried snickers bar, a Twix or a Twinkie… you could even have fried Oreos… But as if that wasn't enough, the kicker, for me, was that there was people in line for fried butter sticks… FRIED BUTTER STICKS, ok!!!!!!!! How disgusting can you get?! Needless to say, I didn't eat anything there because I felt like I would have a stroke in an instant. Not everything was that bad, there were good local artists showing off their work, and the live band was very entertaining. I tried to buy this cool wristband, but I couldn't understand the guy, because of his accent, so I decided to not buy anything (jajaja).

By the end of the day everyone was tired. Half of the group took a cab because they didn't want to walk back. The other half walked back because we were very hungry. It turned out that after five in the afternoon there is nothing opened to eat in Chicago on a Sunday -._-‘’. We ended up eating at this restaurant called “The Last Resort”. Which is named that way because it should literally be your last resort. Its theme is to treat you as badly as possible, and apparently people enjoy that. Don’t know why though  :/. Later, one of the girls got hurt walking back because she was wearing heels. Here’s a tip for women, if you know you’re going to walk long distances... DON'T we don’t heels!!! It was a real drag all the way back. All in all, it was a great experience. I enjoyed it very much and would definitely do it again, both taking a train somewhere new, and go back to ChicagoJ.