Just blew in

We're in Chicago for the next few days!  Hannah is representing Chevron at the Clinton Global Initiative conference, and I'm here thanks to her United Airlines points.  We're staying at the Sheraton Downtown, which is a darn sight posher than our usual accommodations.  Except that at our budget hostels you don't have to pay $14 to use the Internet, or $25 if you want to put your own stuff in the room fridge.  Oof!  The Clinton conference seems to be staffed completely by young, attractive, female interns.  Not suggesting anything.  Anyway, the ex-Pres is around here somewhere, as is his daughter, named after his favourite football club.

We lost no time heading straight out into the windy city for pizza.  This is where they invented the double-layered pie, although we were then told by Vince (a native) that real Chicagoans order thin crust.  I'm not sure anyone would ever mistake us for real Chicagoans.  First impressions are that things are different here.  The temperature is hot, by city standards, so everyone has taken their clothes off, but there is a distinct lack of flip-flops and t-shirts.  It all seems a little more formal.  The cheese-to-tomato ratio on our pizza was certainly less healthy than on the West Coast, and (shockingly!) people smoke here.  And it's tobacco!  I don't think we're in Kansas any more Toto...

Work never stops, even in the Chevron car on the way to the airport.

The fantastic arrivals corridor at O'Hare.  All the colours change and twinkle!

That's my girl.

Into the city.

I heard there's another baseball team in Chicago too, but I don't believe it.

My kind of town etc.

We've actually eaten here before, would you believe, during another lifetime.

Big pizza pie.