Adventures with Photographic Evidence...Finally!

This weekend was so fun! Saturday morning, Uncle John and Aunt Laura picked me up for breakfast at Joe Mitchell's, a downtown diner that is the start of Route 66. Breakfast was great and the place was awesome- and packed! Afterward, we did a little furniture shopping and then I went up to Skokie to check out their new condo. I was also reunited with Miles, their dog and my buddy from my last trip here when I was 11. Their condo is beautiful and Miley is still the world's greatest dog.
On Sunday morning, Bryce, Chris and I woke up early for perhaps the first time all summer and went here:This is the Bahai temple. Bahai is a religion that originated in Israel. I went to the headquarters in Haifa when I was there, and it was beautiful. There are only 7 temples in the world and one of them is here in Willamette, Illinois. The temple was beautiful, and I also met a guy from Iran who pegged me as a Mormon right off. When I asked him how he knew, he said, "All the Mormons are always beautiful...I don't know, it's something in the genetics." We went on to talk for a while about what he believes. I think he was trying to spark some interest in me, or at least an argument, but was a little surprised when I agreed with everything he was saying (people need to come to know the truth for themselves, if a religion is true then it is true for everyone, etc.). Anyway, he was a cool guy.We got a little mixed up on the way to the temple, but saw some pretty cool things, like this YMCA/leaning tower of Pisa.After church, we headed back downtown. This is my favorite billboard in Chicagoland. I laugh every time I drive by it. Here is downtown, along the riverwalk. The House of Blues. I want to play here someday!

Bryce's friend left him with some Navy Pier tickets after a trip to Chicago, so we rode the ferris wheel and played a little mini golf.The ferris wheel was so fun and the view from the top was beautiful!

Mini golf. I'm pretty terrible.

Millenium Park.

Today was the boy's first day of school. Which we probably should've known, but we didn't, so they missed all but the last 15 minutes, when they happened to be playing at the park and wandered into class. Oh well. Nothing really happens on the first day anyway, right?