Sunday Afternoon in the Windy City

Clerg and I discovered the Sunday afternoon is great for running errants - streets are almost empty and every shop and service is open. We set off in direction to the Loop, the city`s business section, in search for mobile plans. Actually, not much searching needed to be done since Clerg did not only knew what phone and plan he was going for but also exactly which T-Mobile to go to.

It took us almost an hour to settle everything but during this time we made our first acquaintance and got to know the lady behind the counter quite well (at the point where she told us about the evening she is to spend with her husband, but what can you do, huh, with this weather, we planned to go out but now its indoor plans, heh, I thought I`d still need more time to get used to the friendliness).

I got my number first and started playing around with the phone. Sent a text to Clerg that said something like hi baby this is my number call me love you etc. (We still write messages in English). When he had his new phone set up and working we started wondering why the message had not come through. I then called his number but his phone was quietly lying on the counter. A dark voice answered on the other side. Indeed, I had copied on digit wrong. I hung up but the guy kept calling back and I while cutting those calls off I could not help visioning some dark dangerous man running after me now when he knows my number. Or what if his wife sees the message. On the other hand it seemed so ridiculously typically something that would happen to one on their first day in a new city that Clerg and I had a good laugh out of it.

We spotted a cafe called Intelligentia right opposite the mobile phone store. Five or six young men that to Clerg looked like philosophers who had decided to earn an extra dollar by opening a coffee-place slowly served us in a manner that would make the hippest place in London look like a countryside pub. The latte I got was the worst I had ever drunk but the guys with their long curly hair and full beards (every single one of them) where entertaining to watch. Here go special greetings to Riin from Clerg.

On our way back home we saw how some buildings had got their own clouds.

It was a very nice day.

PS. The guy called again and this time, Clerg picked up, told him there had been a mistake in dialing the number. Apparently, the gentleman on the other side had sounded very polite. That was lucky.