The last time I left Belfast I wasn’t all that eager to return.
I loved it – I did – but I thought I had ‘done’ it; done the political tour, done the Titanic museum, and done the best food in the city (months later, I can still remember every bite of my dinner at Hadskis).
Boy, was I wrong.
The unfortunately inevitable has arrived; my air-and-road trip around The Great Lakes – or Lela Takes The Lakes – has come to an end.
And what an end Chicago was.
Though I had been to Chicago a few times in my youth, it was never for more than 24 hours and always for an occasion outside of my control. I couldn’t wait to explore the city properly.
Take a look back with me via blog (and vlog!), below…
I kind of hate malls.
Having spent a couple of my fresh-faced years in them caking people’s faces and trying not to gauge my eyes out, they’re simply not an environment I want to spend my free time in.
“But wait..wait…you booked a trip to the Mall of America?”
I did, indeed. During a pre-Lela Takes The Lakes research session, The Mall of America (and its surrounding areas of Bloomington and Minneapolis, Minnesota) seemed to offer everything I love in a new travel destination.
I expected much more than a mall. And boy, did I get it…
It didn’t take me long to really Traverse City is as Great as The Lakes gets; a wonderful surprise, really, as it was the stop I was least excited for in my Lela Takes The Lakes adventures.
Before my quasi road trip made space for it, Northern Michigan simply couldn’t seduce its way to becoming a bucket list contender.
Isn’t it funny how fast vineyards, beaches, and dirty banh mi fries can change your mind?