A Sense of Travel

My daughter and I are hitting the road tomorrow or really, actually, the skies. We’re headed to the Midwest for the long weekend and I am beyond excited. First stop: Chicago, one of my favorite cities and the setting for the last novel I completed. I think traveling is an exercise for the senses—no photograph or travelogue can compensate for the actual experience of standing in a different spot. The sights, the sounds, the smells. What do I miss about Chicago? Well, I want to hear this:

 

And see this:
 

 

And this:
 

 

And smell this:

 

 

                                              
 

Those of you who love the Windy City like I do know just what I mean. Happy long weekend and hope yours is a delight to your senses.