First time in the US
Firstly, trip to Frankfurt, then, 9 hours flight to Chicago. Travelling fatigue worse even than in case of trains to Wroclaw, but in the end I made it to here - first time in the US.
Surprises at the airport, first on how dirty it looks, then with our reservation in the hotel, which turns out to be in the suburbs, instead of downtown, oups, someone reserved the wrong hotel - but no problem, we will take a cab.
We take the cab, it gets lost in the dark suburb.
Only after some circling around we find our hotel. Inside we see a presbyterian gathering - lots of people with colorful badges are all around, some of them carry peculiar oversized golden plastic trophies; we wonder what their purpose might be.
It’s too late to go to the city, so we go for a beer to the bar downstairs. They don’t want to sell us beer, because we have no IDs to prove we are eligible. Not even corporate credit cards impress them. We go back for IDs, get beer, sit and listen to the American accent all around us.
It’s interesting that, so far, Americans that we meet hardly understand our English, and vice versa. It adds funny twist to every conversation.
The next day, we take a cab to downtown Chicago, for a whole day sight seeing.
To be continued.
