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... somewhat bizarre location; the area is dominated by tall buildings; the John Hancock building which is 50% taller than the Shard, stands just a few blocks away. Luckily the sun never goes behind the buildings, so we enjoyed a day of unbroken sunshine, without the high winds we had endured on the beach in Boston. The water was also very nice, and oddly was fresh water which made it very pleasant to swim in.
That evening was our last in Chicago before we had ...
... with dinner...DELICIOUS. Store bought tomatoes don't have anything on freshly picked from the garden tomatoes).
The hour and a half drive back to Peru was in the midst of rush hour again, so we received a lot of interesting looks as we crawled through traffic...one car even slowed down next to us so she could take a photo of J.P. I wonder how many photos of us are on the internet this week as we drove back and forth on I80?
... of the Cross. She lived through the darkness, knowing there was light. The beautiful and powerful windows spoke to me and revealed where God is in my life at this time. It had powerful affect on me. They are windows of the soul.
The front of the chapel is dominated by the awesome wood carving of the life of St. Therese. It tells her whole life story in a visual and beautiful way. This awesome wood carving is a presentation ...
... boxes into the echoingly empty house and planted a few of our mobile home chairs as well. We brought in a few of the conveniences one has when they are on the road for 6 months! (Coffee maker.... coffee maker.... Coffee maker...)
There were no beds or any furniture yet for that matter in the house so we stayed in our portable ...
... and universities. The homeless and ne'er-do-wells filled the streets too.
We hit Market Street and Union Station just in time for the furious rush hour, when thousands try to cross the bridges into Illinois after work. We sat for an hour waiting for our turn to enter the MLK Bridge. As I passed into Illinois, I noticed the fuel light was on. I could feel the car begin to stall. That meant I had to do the unthinkable and exit in East Saint Louis for gas.