On Day 6, the final day of my journey, I drove back to Chicago. If I had more time, energy, and money I would have adventured through Kentucky and Indiana too, but after 6 days, I had enough of driving. I just wanted to go back to my hobbit hole in Chicago and not drive.
However, I had one last grand finale waiting for me at the end of my trip. My good friend from college days, Sarah, was gonna be visiting so we were going to have lots of fun. Thanks to my youthful spirit, I drove 6.5 hours to Chicago, put away my stuff from my car, laid in my bed for 15 minutes, then went out to meet up with her. I could rest plenty after I’m dead anyways.
We met at the French Market where they sold French stuff and other cute things. We didn’t buy anything there but just walked around and looked at stuff while talking. Then we sat at the train station next to the French Market because we wanted to sit down and freeze our buttocks. We stared at some crazy pre-teens run around yelling gibberish and entertaining themselves and let time pass by until we were hungry.
We went to eat ramen for dinner, which was awesome in that frigid evening. I forgot what the restaurant was called, but it was one of the best that I’ve had. Then we braved the frigid winter again to get dessert. We went to Bombobar for hot chocolate. The crowd waiting for these hot chocolates were incredibly long, even though everyone had to wait outside in the cold. Moreover, these hot chocolates were like $9 each, which is still mind-blowing to me. #firstworldproblems. They were incredibly rich and delicious, but rich is probably more descriptive of the people who can afford these regularly.
I quickly learned that with a $9 price tag, this was no ordinary hot chocolate; this was a living thing! When the lady was handing me my cup of hot chocolate, it bubbled over and dripped all over her hand and the counter. Instead of wiping it down for me, she just left the cup at the window for me and turned quickly to take orders form the bazillion other customers waiting for their bubbling drinks. I don’t know what kind of dark sorcery they performed on these hot chocolates, but it had a mind of its own. I picked it up and even with the gentlest grip, the liquid blobbed over the cup and dripped all over my gloves, and continued to bubble over even after I put it down. Sarah and I must have spent 5 minutes and 50 napkins trying to clean up after my live hot chocolate while the rest of the crowd curiously watched.
Anyways, thus ended my 6-day road trip from California to Illinois. It was so much fun and I only wish I had more time and money to have seen and done more.