Last weekend Mark's mom was in Chicago for a women's conference for the Covenant church. We decided that a 2.5 hour drive to see one of his parents was much better than the usual 9.5 hour drive and so the plan was hatched.We had to ask directions to the hotel when we were less than a block away(!), but other than that the drive went well. Maria was a big hit with the ladies from Mark's parent's church, though she burst into tears suddenly after too much attention! Boy was her grandma happy to see her!!
We ate at a restaurant called Italian Village and after an exceptionally loud crying spell in the women' s bathroom,
Maria finally fell asleep in the restaurant. We decided to order dessert to take full advantage of her nap. Tiramisu is always a happy experience!
From the restaurant we walked past a mosaic by Marc Chagall on our way to Millenium Park.
It was neat to explore Millennium Park since it's relatively new and because the two face fountains were especially refreshing in the 9
0 degree plus heat. Mark especially enjoyed taking self-portraits and unique pictures in the giant reflective bean.
From there we walked through Grant's Park to Buckingham fountain. We collapsed in the shade of a crab apple tree and watched all the couples taking wedding and quince (sweet 16) photos. I didn't realize that quinceanera girls not only dress up in a formal gown that rivals many weddin
g dresses I've seen, but they also have a tuxedoed escort and a court of 2 or 3 matching couples to follow them around, not to mention professional photographers! The parallels to a wedding party are downright uncanny! There's even a magazine devoted entirely to quince parties! I'll try not to go on a tirade here about the excesses involved in modern weddings, but I have to say my feelings now extend to quincaneras as well. Frightening!Anyway, we had a wonderful time exploring Chicago with momma Nina (pronounced "nine-uh") and it was neat seeing her and Maria together!
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My last semester at UNL, one of the girls went to Mexico over spring break and brought back what she thought was a bridal magazine for me since I was engaged at the time. I didn't tell her it was actually a quinceañera magazine...you're right, though, it's a *huge* deal! Glad you had fun in Chi-town!
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