One week ago I was in Chicago because Mom took a flight at O'Hare back home. In the past I had never stayed in Chicago for leisure, so this time I stayed in Chicago for two more days after Mom left. I spent one whole day at Woodfield Mall; I was surprised that as a shopaholic I didn't buy anything there. The other day (last Sunday) I woke up late but managed to reach and enter the Shedd Aquarium at 3pm. Three hours of stay at the aquarium was definitely not enough, but at least I managed to see most of the attractions. It's definitely worth the visit; the belugas and otters were so cute. After the aquarium was closed at 6pm, I should have taken a bus and then transferred to another bus to reach Union Station. But I was just thinking: given that it's still early, why not I walk along the lakeshore trail to Monroe Street so that I can avoid paying the extra 25 cents for a bus transfer and practise walking? So I spent 2.5 hours to walk along the lakeshore and briefly visited the Millenium Park. I am from Hong Kong; I love water and sea since I was born. This was the first time I walked along the shore of Lake Michigan. I felt so good, so relaxed, so relieved of all stress from work. I never had good impression about Chicago, a city with so many old and deserted factory buildings. But as I walked along the lakeshore and enjoyed Chicago's skyline, I suddenly started to love the city and admire its beauty. I walked for so long, and most importantly, I walked with weight-bearing on my left leg. I haven't done that for years. Yes, they were very very slow steps, but I cherished and enjoyed it. Some pedestrains who passed me looked at me with support and encouragement. Thank you. My left leg felt much stronger the next day. I hope I can enjoy such a walk every Sunday.
