SPRING BREAK IN CHICAGO

''When everything feels like an uphill struggle

 just think of the view from the top''

                                                                                                                           -Anonymous

I had been waiting for Spring Break for such a long time. I knew we were going to Chicago and it was going to be my first time in a big city within the U.S.

Before I knew it we were on vacation and I was packing my stuff, ready to go on a 9 hour drive. We didn't run into as many cars as I had expected along the way, on the other hand everything was pretty deserted on both sides of the highway most of the time. 

All of a sudden I was submerged into an army of skyscrapers, cars, people and lights. The days went by pretty fast and the museums, submarines from WWII, towers, Italian, Japanese and Chinese restaurants, shoes stores, spas, and wilderness were gone before I could assimilate that I was in such a well-known city.

I GOT SENT TO JAIL

"We are all prisoners at one time or another in our lives, 

prisoners to ourselves or to the expectations of those around us. 

It is a burden that all people endure,

 that all people despise,

 and that few people ever learn to escape." 

                                                                                                                                 -'Exile' by R. A. Salvatore

This crazy lifestyle isn't for me, you know? I need my 9 hour sleep on the weekends, specially if I work out for 3 hours on Friday (weights+track). Anyway, breaking the everyday routine is always good and specially better if you are visiting an old prison in another state. Sweet.

In Spain driving more than 2 hours is like leaving your Hobbit Hole to go to Mordor. A long journey, you got it, right?. (Just wanted to make sure you understand my weird metaphors) On the other hand, in America is as common as going to the grocery store. Like:
           -Hey guys this weekend we are going on a 3.5 hours drive
            Me: Wait what?
            American: Oh ma'am let's go. How much gas do I put in the car?