After the St. Louis show, I was able to keep driving for an hour and a half. Dani tried to sleep in the front seat so that she could (hopefully) wake up and drive; so that we could get as far as possible. For some reason, I didn’t think to suggest that she move to the backseat where she could have stretched out and had way more space. Anyway, I never got overly sleepy, but I knew I would be soon; so we stopped for gas for the next morning and got a hotel in Springfield, Il.
Breakfast in the hotel again around 9, on the road before ten and Dani drove. I was anxious and irritating Dani thinking that around any corner or over the next hill we would see all of Chicago. (From two hours away). So, that was probably the longest part of the trip; for me anyway.
We switched back to me driving, right outside Chicago. We couldn’t understand why the GPS only said 34 more miles, yet we couldn’t see any signs of a big city, and the “time of arrival” was more than an hour away.
Oh, traffic. I mean I knew there would be traffic, but I didn’t know. We had a terrible time getting to the hotel. Some highway was closed and I wanted to get off the highway as soon as possible. Little did I know that the cross streets through downtown were much much worse. Somehow we ended up on a “lower” street when our hotel was on an “upper” and the stupid GPS really had no idea where we were wanting to go even though we had the correct address. It was very stressful because people and cars were everywhere.
We eventually made it, and checked in to the fanciest hotel I have ever been in.
14th floor ya’ll. Right on the river.
To Be Continued…
Anyone else have experience driving in Chicago? We found out pretty quickly that we were the only tourists
stupid brave enough to drive straight into the actual city.