Hey everyone! It’s almost noon here at Chicago O’Hare.
We left Plainview at around 9PM last night and arrived at DFW airport a little after 3AM. My trip was spent watching The Phantom of the Opera on a classmate’s laptop while the rest of the bus watched the fifth season of The Office. After a while, though, it was “lights out” and I attempted (unsuccessfully) to sleep.
We arrived at DFW at around 3, but we had to wait around for the airport to actually open at 4:45. My mom and sisters were gracious enough to meet me at the airport to give me my shoes I accidentally left at their house over the holidays! Now I won’t be walking around Europe in flip flops!
By the time I got through security, it was 5:45 and our flight was scheduled to board at 6:05! Not many things were open for breakfast, so I grabbed some kind of peanut butter+banana protein smoothie. It was good and filling, but after all the dried and fresh fruit I brought, I was kinda tired of all the sweets!
The flight to Chicago was fairly pleasant. I managed to half-sleep most the way, which is significantly more than I can say about the bus ride. Maybe I was just that tired. But when I woke up I looked out the window and saw what looked like we were flying over the Arctic. Nope! It was clouds!
I’ve never been to Chicago! This airport is pretty awesome! Where else do you find psychedelic hallways and toilet seats that replace your toilet seat covers for you??
I went to Washington D.C. in 2002, and until today, that was the farthest north I ever traveled. I’m sort of excited! I was walking through the terminals looking for food and turned to Justin and noted that once one gets out of the South, the food options apparently get a lot healthier. Every food place pretty much served the same stuff! Fresh fruit, yogurt, granola, cold cut sandwiches and wraps, salads, etc. I was pretty excited at the thought!
And what did we end up getting? Deep Dish Pizza.
I got a spinach and tomato pizza, which was alright. The sauce needed more flavor, and it could have afforded more cheese.
Justin got a pepperoni+Italian sausage pizza. I had a bite of it and the meat had enough spice that the flavorlessness of the sauce wasn’t noticed. His was pretty good!
Sure, it’s not “real” Chicago Deep Dish Pizza, but it’s the best we can do during a 6 hour layover.
And no worries, I plan on getting an overpriced banana later so I can eat my almond butter on the plane.
Meanwhile, I need to change clothes. I’ve already given myself a wet wipe bath and refreshed my deodorant and makeup. I don’t get to take a real shower until tomorrow night, so I guess we’ll be living like gypsies for a few days!