Well, we arrived in Illinois early, early, early this morning—about 12:27 am, to be exact. Upon landing, we were starving, and immediately visited our local Steak and Shake and enjoyed Chili 5-Way, a real Midwest delight of chili over spaghetti. It was delicious. It was great getting to catch up with Andrew’s sister, Paige, for a little bit before falling into bed around 4:30 am, Illinois-time.
Andrew’s home is right on Lake Springfield, and sleeping with the windows open is pure heaven. When we got into bed last night, Andrew and I both smiled in delight as the wind blew over us, and fresh air filled the room. It’s absolutely gorgeous here.
In my last post, I mentioned the Horsheshoe sandwich, and this afternoon, I had my first of the trip:
It was freaking amazing. Like, no kidding. I got the little one—the Ponyshoe—and had my tummy not hurt, I’d have eaten more of it. I know you think I’m crazy for waxing so poetic about a food, but you haven’t tasted that cheese sauce.
After lunch, Andrew took me to the park near his first house and we walked through it. It was absolutely gorgeous.