The museum

I spent last Sunday morning in Chicago, after a series of flight delays that caused me to miss a connecting flight to my final destination. I enjoyed exploring the city. Gazing in awe at the tall buildings, the subway system across the city, the underground roads, the landmarks. I had only one morning, so I spent most of my time on foot walking around.

The river walk was excellent. I was surrounded by buildings yet there was an interesting grace and peace about the river in the morning. Walking by the river positioned me lower than the street level, meaning I had to look up even more to see the top of some buildings. Some peace in the heart of a bustling city.

I was told the Fields Museum was worth a visit, home to the largest T-rex skeleton in the world. I was intrigued and took a cab to the museum. The building was impressive. Mansion-esque. Detailed. A beautiful ceiling.

When I got to the ticket clerk to buy a ticket, she asked what rate I would be paying: in-state, out-of-state, or the general fare. When I said the general fare, she was not surprised. She noted that she did not want to assume based on my accent. I chuckled. After noting I was from Scotland, she noted her interest in Still Game, a Scottish comedy television show. I haven't seen the show in a long time. The clerk noted she had watched the show many times. I remarked on the Scottish national culture around humour and not taking the world too seriously. After buying a ticket, I was newly energized, filled with joy.

I saw the T-rex and explored other exhibitions with the hours I had to spare, then made my way to the airport en route to my final destination. I love the serendipity in travel. I never planned to go to the Fields Museum, but I am so glad I had the opportunity.