Moving to a different city is like falling in love; in the beginning you are trying to find your way in an unknown environment, exploring and being surprised every day by small and big things, and things couldn't be more wonderful than it all appears to you.
Well you can certainly say that I am falling in love with Chicago, the city I recently moved into and my home for the next 2 years. Despite all warnings of how cold it gets in the winter, that seems so far like a small price to pay for such a beautiful, organized and charming city.
Last Sunday I decided to escape downtown (where I live) and to randomly walk in the cool neighborhood of Lincoln Park, where buildings are low and streets are packed with trees and children selling cold lemonades (yeah, I actually saw 2 stands of little children selling lemonades for a dollar).
After walking down some nice streets I found myself by accident in front of the Zoo, in Lincoln Park. It was a hot (pretty hot, actually) Sunday afternoon and nothing seemed more perfect than a visit to the Zoo.
As I said, I am in love with the city so instead of annoying (as it would normally seems to me) the crowded Zoo seemed like a charming family activity. And after some time there, and of course an ice cream (I was by far the oldest in the line to get one) I found myself in the south end of the Zoo, facing myself with a peaceful lake and trees and as a background the vivid, busy, full of skyscrapers downtown.
