an adventure in the MIDWEST! this was my big, between-jobs trip and Mark and my first big trip together. cue: dawww. lots of new things, lots of getting used-to’s, lots of old friend catching up in brand new places. I am so grateful.
early morning flight cause we’re still living that life.
! some kinda midwest magic
this makes the top three list of Sketchiest Places I Have Laid My Little Head. little did we know…
going up the arch is really weird; you get into these little mechanical orbs these are our claustrophobia faces
and the view from the top
Suse! lovely host of the midwest number 1
I! @ Laumeier Sculpture Park
views from the St. Louis Museum of…Contemporary Art? hm
@ City Museum!! it’s like the coolest little kid-friendly junkyard of dreams. okay my descriptive powers are failing me so just google “St. Louis museum with bus on top” hehe
undersea portion, where we lost Markling to the pipe maze
this is St. Louis-style pizza! no crust edges; toppings all the way to the end. with “Provel processed cheese” and cut in rectangles, not wedges.
oh and then we flew to Rome @ some other museum; experiencing my favorite man-made place through a canvas
sleeping like a baby in the back while my trusty chauffeurs navigated across Missouri amid the crazy Midwest winds and giant tumbleweeds
beers at a surprisingly hip place, Kansas City you were a pleasant surprise, KC 😉
and the bbq place that made Mark want to move all the way out there. the way to a man’s heart…
“yeah if I could eat this even…once a week, I would consider moving here.”
back to the brewery for our tasting
the Midwest = home of jazz! did you know?
Cafe Gratitude, which was a lovely vegan surprise after our meatalicious bbq lunch
she luvs me
“objects are closer than they appear”
HAHA we ate at Bucca di Beppo bcuz all we could find were chain restaurants in this one stripmally part of downtown KC. but I mean, look at it. how could it have been bad.
let the random activities continue! ice skating near the train sta
beautiful Union Station, KC
pajammies on the train
hi, Midwest morning! zooming toward Denver
until we weren’t. inexplicably stuck at some midpoint, no air, no electricity. the worst part, though, was ALMOST missing our connecting bus in a forlorn bus stop. with a homeless person who reminded us that we don’t have it so bad, tho. true, tho.
bus bus bussing
a dinner of ramen and ice cream to follow up. though not at this particular establishment; we went back to the station for warmth while eating our frozen dessert.
Isaac and his crew post-church ice creams
Midwest host number 2 THANK YOU for a lovely visit ❤
Colorado drivin. twas so beautiful.
@ Red Rocks Amphitheater! all kindsa famous people have played here.
on the way to Boulder! cutey hipstertown just a bit northwest of Denver. beautiful views along the way, too.
shoutout to Vail for Bonesy
red noodle soup @ a Chinese place I think some poops may have been tinted red the next day…
fire pit @ Isaac’s! it looks luxe but I have vague memories of this actually being a really difficult activity…lighting the fire…staying awake…being frozen… etc. hehe but worth it for quality time with these boobz
AHAHa @ the State Capitol building, I think
“consider the architecture”
aaaand the yin and yang of the universe is. balanced.
post-Escape Room! Isaac is running to escape the rain. I yam sad because we didn’t solve the escape. Mark is bearded because of no-shave November.
thai-yerd after a long day of adventuring
so we recharged with boba and a game of connect-a-four. connect fours? whatevers. Mark’s secret specialty, apparently. what a lucky girl I am.
morning of our flight out. Denver didn’t want us to leave 🙂 but these Midwesterners are troopers in the snow and life goes on, so we got out okay (…darn!)
a snow sendoff. thanks, Isaac. loved seeing your homehome here and this new part of the country, thanks to your hospitality! tell your mama hello (and thank you) from me.
and I have some notes in my phone titled “Lessons from the Midwest” so this is probably a good place to put those. note: these were thoughts quickly scribbled on trip, I think en route from KC to DEN so reading these now, at the time of posting, over half a year later, is kinda like time travel. you’re welcome!
- People are dying to tell their stories. I dunno if it’s because they want help or just because they want to connect, but the direness of life correlates positively with the need to spout out tales.
- Mark and I are doing a lot of young-adult things in this relationship that make this relationship very different from college relationships. We’re doing a lot of growing up together, and that makes Us feel more grown up and feel more ready for next things, too, cause that seems to be the trajectory of things. So, I wonder if, to an extent, marriage is a timing thing.
- I think this whole “conversations” thing has at least a little bit to do with me, and not just Mark.
- It is totally worth it to pay for all the meals and for all the drinks when you have a hostfriend like Susie McClannah. In fact, it is my pleasure.
- It is important and lovely to keep loved ones updated with travel news. They like to hear about and from you.
- Travel relationships are different from normal relationships states. Different crises arise, different annoyances are tapped, different joys are reached. And the person you are (as well as the person that your person is) is as different from normalyou (and normalthey) as you’re willing to be honest about. This is a good exercise in discovering true character.
- Wouldn’t wanna generalize for all men, but one solid way to merling’s heart is definitely through his stomach. After tasting the ribs at Joe’s, he said he could move to Kansas City, if he could eat there once a week. Flabbergasted by this fickle, food-motivated heart that had been nonchalant at best about visiting KC when this trip was only in its planning stages. Another point of flabbergastment is how he keeps dating me of all (un)cooks.
- Kindness, as with love, can be shown and received in all kinds of different ways that may or may not be comfortable for you. Whether it’s a meal cooked with ferocity and love, time spent holding hands and eyeball gazing, chauffering all around town in and around your normal-life schedules, or taking the check steathily and gladly — to show that next-level kindness, and love, requires knowledge of your recipient and their heart and their history.
- Apparently Panera Bread headquarters are in St. Louis, where its stores are named, simply and strangely, “St. Louis Bread” in the same font you so ubiquitously see “Panera Bread” everywhere else.