We spent our last morning in Chicago eating deep dish pizza for breakfast (again. just me though. Lizzie had a bagel). We took the brown line for a while to see the city, and then we walked around Millenium Park to take pictures at the Bean and to feel bad for at least 30 kids who wore their swim suits to the fountains only to find a cruel sign that said Shut Down for Maintenance.
We ate lunch at Portillo’s, and then picked up our rental car for the second leg of our journey.
We left Chicago in a snarlnof traffic. It took about an hour to drive 20 miles on the freeway. We finally distanced ourselves from the mess, and four tollbooths, five hours, and a bag of Neon Sour Gummis later, we were pulling into Nauvoo.
We got a room at the Motel Nauvoo. Not our first choice, I’ll admit, but the room wasn’t actually that bad. There must have been something spooky, crazy, or just off about the room, though, because inside of it was the first time I can ever remember that Lizzie felt warm and I felt cold. That just doesn’t happen with us.
Lizzie is the best tour guide for Nauvoo. She served her mission there, and so is a fountain of Nauvoo Knowledge. We spent our first evening in Nauvoo watching the Rendezvous in Old Nauvoo show that the senior missionaries put on. It was a lot of fun. Lizzie knew all of the songs and all of the lines and I was not embarrassed at all when she started singing along. Ok, I guess I was SLIGHTLY embarrassed. The show was a lot of fun—some of the senior couples really get into it. They did a great job!
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