“Bit and Dak’s big adventure.” That is the title that each one of the new trips I take with my grandma and grandpa earns. I should start out by mentioning a something. “Bit” is my nickname and “Dak” is what I call my grandma. How we got those names however would take an entirely different story. Also, although I’ve traveled with my parents before, Dak and I usually tag along when my grandpa travels for work, which is why the majority of the trips is with them.
This year’s trip was to Chicago. I am obsessed with big cities but live in a small Midwest town so I was psyched! It was a birthday present, as well as a get-well gift from having back surgery that required 6 months of healing. We started up the truck at 4:30am, grabbed coffee immediately, and then proceeded on an 8 hour drive. Normally, I would consider this much time in a car torture, but my excitement kept me pleasant the whole way. I closed my eyes along the way for what seemed like five minutes, but when I opened them, it was an entirely different world. Buildings reached up as high as I could see and people were walking everywhere, even though the weather was rather damp. Cars were honking from every direction and there was so much to look at, it would be understandable to get a headache. Oddly enough, I loved every bit of it.
After signing into the hotel, we walked a few blocks to the Hard Rock CafÃ©; one of my favorite places to visit no matter where we are. On the way, a man with a joyous smile despite his several missing teeth started walking along beside us. He began singing the lyrics “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day.” My grandpa finally got us a distance away and inside to the restaurant. Only then did I realize the man’s goal was to distract us so he could steal our wallets. He was unsuccessful and I know he could have been dangerous, yet I found the whole situation amusing for it is something that is practically unheard of where I live.
The next day involved the usual shopping and site-seeing. The weather was clearer than I would have expected but snow dusted the busy streets. Then my favorite part took place. We went and saw the musical Wicked! It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen, and it increased my love for Broadway more than I thought possible. Even my grandpa got into it and now recognizes the songs from the show. The only part that slightly bothered me from the entire vacation was all of the homeless people. It didn’t scare me; it just made me sad. I couldn’t help wondering how they got in that lifestyle and if they had a family. It was akward and I wasn’t sure if I should give them a dollar and risk that they might just blow the money on alcohol, or pretend not to see them.
This trip totally changed me. It convinced me even further that I want to major in musical theater and live in an equally great city. It also made me realize how lucky I am and not to take anything for granted because there is always someone who has it worse. I had the time of my life and hope to go back soon!
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