Running from the White Stuff

Okay... I figure if I am moving in the southern direction, away from Winnipeg, then it should be warmer, or at least less white - in the flake department.

I am still on the road, back later today. I had the pleasure of hitting Chicago just as one of their biggest blizzards of the season hit the city. Truthfully, it was no big deal, the El trains still went and I still slogged up and down the streets. Lake Michigan looked like a bigger version of Lake Winnipeg (though, is it? Hmmm... I'll have to check that out when I get home).

I also found the people to be warm, welcoming, and even apolgetic. I thought it was us Canucks that said sorry all the time - it seemed like everytime I so much as nudged someone an apology was given.

The highlight was the Chicago art Institute. I'll be saying more of this when I get back into my comfy woofreakinhoo chair at home. But just to say that standing in front of paintings that you have seen in books, art history lectures, movies, and ones that just take up space in your head (everyone think of American Gothic... see the pitchfork? Of course you do), is a delightfully surreal experience.

Now, if the car starts I'll head out of this frozen southern land and make my way to the frozen north.

(Argggg. Thankfully, Mexico awakes.)