Lol sorry Nick I have barely slept in the last 40 hours and had the great intuition of telling my clients I was back today, resulting in a hurricane of work which will prolonge my agony.
However, in a nutshell, it's been an interesting though not always relaxing journey (partly thanks to my sis). At the end of the day it was just Boston and surroundings, NY and Chicago.
I like to take the time to explore cities I've never been to, so decided to stay in the latter for 6 days rather than make a touch and go to Canuckville. The fact that we managed to get a condo for the price of a flat helped too.
1) Boston. Nice, civilised and "liveable" as always. I really regret not having met the Sergio in RI. Oh yeah Serge I saw a few of those new Mustangs and it looks somewhat of an unbalanced car. I like that in fact : as much as I appreciate the aggressive front, I would need time to get used to their bottom.
Not much to say apart from that : I just toured the usual places with "mi sora", who had never seen them (Cambridge, the North End, Chinatown, Beacon Hill, and the host parents took us to Concord and Lowell for a bit of history too). Spent a night in the dorms at Northeastern University just to remember the old days. Oh yeah on a side note I discovered the O' Reilly factor on Fox..
2) NY is NY, so no surprise. We rented an apartment in West 73st street but struggled to find edible food (e.g. non liquid ricotta) and non supersized portions in the nearby supermarket.
Ground Zero : I noted they added signs retracing the attack since the last time I went. I think they should have kept it more humble, but oh well. Took her to the Guggenheim, wanted to see the Moma but it was closed. I was chased by a rabid squirrel in the park and hung around the Village and Soho where I bought some interesting books in English. I ate in an good Japanese resto around 30th street. Affordable, excellent service and food (I have the address somewhere if you're interested).
I lost half a day in Russian Brooklyn waiting for that psycho of my friend Viktor. He finally showed up with this head-shaved monster kossakh who only spoke Russian and had one eye staring at the sun and the other aiming at the floor. And no it wasn't just the chronic we were smoking.
I found Patrick Bateman's American Garden on West 81st, took a pic but sister lost her cam. I was gonna buy a new one anyway, and the rest was basically a shopping spree (thank God for the strong euro).
3) The Windy City was a bit of a mixed blessing, as I got somewhat bored after 3 days. I didn't venture as much as I'd have liked to in the suburbs because the metro there doesn't look as safe as in NY (black crack addicts hanging around my sister basically : not good).
Also, the museums are too expensive for what they offer (Toulouse Lautrec expo at the Art Institute for 19 dollars a person ??). Im not even really a museum guy, but you guessed it : the sister is. The wind was nowhere to be felt btw as it was as hot and humid as Ferragosto in Crotone.
Sears Tower, the Loop, John Hancock, Millenium Park, lake Michigan yada yada.
I ate the best dim sums in Chinatown though, and was positively impressed by the middle resto (on first floor) in the Italian village complex (then again I better had for the price they asked). I tried those hormone ribs at the Miller's pub, because you must try everything once I guess.
I tasted as many local beers as possible only to time and again be recommended...Stella.
I went to Andy's jazz club in the North side and enjoyed a relaxing night there, studying the diversity of the local fauna. Stiff upper lip yuppies complaining about the table. Edgar Hoover lookalikes holding silicon bimbos against their sweaty paunch. Lone sandal-wearing banjo boys scrutinizing the bottom of their empty glass of Goose Island. And the swinging sound coming from Ray Charles' long lost cousin's saxophone to top it all.
I also tried a blues club with two Arab friends of mine who happened to be in Chicago too. Good stuff as well but a far more homogeneous public. Being practically the only non Americans/wasps got us, and especially the French-speaking Arab guys, some unwanted attention. Plus everybody kept thinking that classy sex goddess of my sister was my g/f, which had the effect of intimidating the female population. That sucked because Im positive about the fact that my shirt and especially my shoes, which that strolling polisher assaulted without even asking, were making an impact.
Too bad I missed Montréal really, but hey I had only 12 days and anyway my sister is doing her "Socrates" in that good uni there next year (forgot the name : Miller? Milger??), so I'll probably have the leisure to visit it in a near future.