The Windy City

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The Windy City

I had not heard many things about Chicago before I went there in the summer of 2002. I only knew it was in the north east of North America and I had seen the musical. Chicago is on the edge of Lake Michigan and to me is much more beautiful than New York or Los Angeles.

Both of the latter cities are the settings for many films and television programs; both are talked about as culture capitals of America. I think this is why to me Chicago will always be a very special place, perhaps the most underestimated city in America.

My mum and dad are not adventurous when it comes to holiday destinations. The furthest afar I had been was Tenerife with them. They had vowed never to go back after a "dodgy prawn" that my dad managed to eat somewhere along the way. Their love is Cornwall and every holiday opportunity we get, we have to spend our time in our cottage there.

When I was invited to go to Chicago as "chief baby sitter" to my sister, brother-in-law and their young daughter I couldn't believe my luck. Coming with