Chicago

The Chicago River (not the Charles, I can't stop calling it that) runs right through the city, and smells like chocolate. Seriously, there was a delicious smell wafting through the air, always strongest directly in the middle of the crossing bridges. My cousin Chris and I tried in vain to find the source.

Quote of the day comes from a belligerent man we saw in downtown Chicago. He was walking down the street, telling anyone that would listen something along the lines of:

"Motherfuckers I'll kill you. What you looking at, BITCH? Fuck you. I'll knock you the fuck out."

Chris and I are pretty sure he never was speaking directly to us, but we still felt uncomfortable after about 10 minutes of his rant.

I should note that, aside from this insane man, everyone I've met in the area has been quite friendly. Chris was confident enough to attempt hitchhiking.