Roaming...

One of my more tolerable addictions in life is to wander the streets and observe... People, storefronts, lakeside. When my mind drifts back to those magical afternoons in Spain, what I remember is the roaming. The No Destination. The Anything is An Option. The Getting Lost and Finding Your Way Back (chocolate and vino in hand...)

Blind Faith Cafe - Evanston fave

Last weekend, I roamed the little burb of Evanston with my dear Betsy, her cousin Hilary, and Evanston dweller Jenna. We wandered around - from cafes to bookstores to shops. (We actually started with Betsy's wedding dress fitting - shhhhh sworn to secrecy until April 14th!) What a delight to enjoy each other's company and friendship. Simple & silly. I'm always reminded that it's not where you are, it's who you're with... and I was lucky to be with these lovelies last weekend.

Fave wandering spot: old bookstores.

Perhaps this is why I love the city so much - there is always a new place to dive into...

and of course, being a local is always fun, too. 

Doesn't this nook make you want a good book?!

And after a delightful day, our night ended with a bit of a surprise no-start-car. And apparently there's no such thing as towing when you're parked at the top of a parking garage. So after a lecture from a 16 year-old car guru, pushing the Mountaineer 6 floors down on neutral, and waiting a few hours for a licensed AAA tow truck ... we were headed straight for margs & guac. And lots. of. both.

the night's end.

But that's the adventure of life right?! Always ready for the unexpected. Because, turns out, we remember the out-of-ordinary better than the ordinary.

Even when it shows up in the form of a tow truck...