Best Weekend Ever

August 1, I took Isma to visit downtown Chicago. We walked up and down Michigan Avenue, visiting Millenium Park, Buckingham Fountain, the John Hancock Center, the Water Tower, my favorite the Tribune building, and the Transformer's III set along the river. We were pretty excited about all of the foam destruction and overturned cars. The day wandered on pleasantly, even though we couldn't find a place to eat the salad and milk shake we both wanted. Strange cravings? Getting to wish the barista at the tea shop where we ate supper, "Happy Birthday!" met up for the lack of a cold chocolate milkshake.

At dusk we strolled down to the aquarium and planetarium to sit and look at the city skyline by night. The lights meandered down the coast for what seemed endless miles before disappearing into the fog and up to the skies on the tall buildings, which from so far away seemed to lose a little of their stature. After sitting and messing with the camera a bit, Isma suggested we stop playing and taking pictures. I wasn't too happy, but I supposed we could talk for a bit before heading back. Not his idea. He knelt, not paying attention to the concrete below, and asked me to marry him. If I would like to start going down a long road with him, referring to the longest highway in the US that goes through Chicago, starting that evening. I am so happy! (Yes, I said yes) It took me longer than my answer, though, to realize that he was still on his knees, on the cement stairs. Ouch.

I put a picture of the ring up for Grandmother and those female relatives of mine whom I'm sure would love to see it. If you're a guy...just ignore. :) We'll have to get it resized/replaced when I get back to Spain. If you wonder why, look at the picture of it on my finger! I really like it though, it is just like what I would have picked out. Plus, the guy is much much better.