Return to Goddess & The Baker, and a chill day down route.
I’ve said it before, and I happily repeat myself: All good things happen to me in Chicago; or on the way to Chicago; or in the wake of a Chicago trip. Repeat that after me, universe: All good things happen to this girl in connection with a Chicago trip!
Anyway, welcome to the blog, and welcome back to Chicago. We are on trip number 36 now, for those who keep count. I didn’t write about #35 because I felt there wasn’t too much to tell, and I don’t want you to get too bored of Chicago too quickly. I do spend a lot of time here, I usually get at least one trip per month, so it does feel a lot like a second home, and I often do the same things over and over again.
It is currently 8.10am, the temperature has just dropped under 0°C, and it has started to snow. I’ve been up for about three hours, had a shower, did my skin care routine (hello moisturisers!), and I am now bouncing my mobile phone on my knee, waiting for a half-forgotten but still undeniably familiar message tone to ping.
When it finally does ping back, I nearly jump out of my skin. The conversation that follows is short, and ends as vague as the last few did. Still no idea where I stand, then.
I decide to leave the phone behind and head out to breakfast, back to Goddess & The Baker. It is later than usual, and the place is busy.
I meant to shoot a few photos for another blog post, but there is just no way to get a good shot without somebody else in it. So I leave stuff in my bag and order food instead.
The last time I was here, a very lovely couple at the next table and I expressed mutual food envy over each other’s dishes. I had a Stuffed Dark Cherry Jam Biscuit (basically a scone with cream and jam), while they had two plates of Huevos Rancheros Tostadas.
So this time I order the Tostadas, and a Caramel Butter Cookie Latte from the drink specials menu. And I soon find that I have chosen well. I love the tostadas, they are almost keto, and not too spicy. The latte is far from being keto, but I love a little treat every now and then.
With my photo shoot postponed, and my belly full of eggs and avocado, I head back to the hotel. On the front steps I bump into two of my colleagues, and we have a little natter. Nobody seems to have any serious plans. A small group is headed to The Bean, but I’ve been there last time (and not for the first time), so I pass. Instead I decide to run some errands, do a bit of every-day-shopping and stock up on toiletries.
After that I return to my little hotel room, cold and hungry again. I get lunch from Whole Foods, call home, and then snuggle down in front of the TV until I snooze off.
And before I know it it’s is time to go back to work.
Just another day at cruising altitude.
N.
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