


Here we are just after we got in the door. A very nice lady offered to take a picture of the two of us.
There were a lot of pretty miniatures there but I was very tired and just ended up finding places to sit and rest.


The ride back to the hotel was yet another adventure! Somehow, the dispatcher told the taxi driver ‘Ohare’ instead of ‘Marriot Ohare’. (or maybe he just didn't understand the dispatcher – who knows) We were already on our way into the airport when he asked us which flight we were taking. We were not paying attention to where we were going because we had been talking (and we didn't know our way around so we probably wouldn't have noticed anyway). We told him – no – no - we were not going to the airport but to the Marriott Ohare Hotel . So he drove around a bit more and took us to the Hilton at the airport. Again, we had to tell him that was not where we were going. My mother finally gave him the address of the Marriot Ohare – and he took us to the Marriot Suites – not the Hotel. Thankfully it was on the same street and not too far away but I had to tell him how to get there (luckily I had paid some attention when the Hotel Shuttle took us there the 1st day – it had stopped by the Marriot Suites before going to our Hotel.)Quite an interesting couple of taxi rides!
Here is our trip back to the hotel. We simply needed to get from Point A to Point E!
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