


So my niece Holly visited. I was Round I in her whirlwind five stop tour of Eastern Missouri, Southwestern Illinois, Southern Illinois, and Practically Western Kentucky (with, from what I understand, a non-stop trip to Indy and back). She's lived in Ft. Myers since she was about six or so, and hasn't made many pilgrimages to the Homeland. I live closest to the closest airport for this, so I start off the tour.
We begin in the East Terminal of St. Louis Lambert. She was only slightly tardy due to the thunderstorm that blew through about 15 minutes before she was scheduled to arrive. Before she landed, her mother was already calling me. Anyway............
We get her loaded into my very illegally parked car (there was no WAY I was parking without a roof in that rain) and away we go. I drive around to various points of interest: my former home (which the new owner has just made a MESS of my landscaping -- b^&*(%!#d), where I went to school, and other points of mild to no interest. We then get vietnamese for lunch (since I'm the only relative she has that has any willingness to eat something that isn't dully white bread). My favored spot on Delmar, Miss Saigon, is closed, so I make a second choice, Little Saigon, in the CWE. Yum.
We then go to my house, where she can unpack and relax (Pic 1). We await Drew for dinner. We end up at Tony's in Alton, famed for steak and Italian. She crashed early because she had a long day.
Day 2: We engage in a leisurly pace. First stop is the Butterfly House in Faust Park, which is quite the drive from my house in Illinois. It's a lovely place run by the MO Botanical Garden. Not nearly the size of the MBG, but quite lovely. I'd love to have the space to create such perennial gardens. The actual house contains 1000 butterflies, which they replenish often. Holly carefully studies (Pic 2). It was a boiling hot day and pretty warm in the House, but the butterflies everywhere are just marvelous.
Then off to shop. I need to return some pants at Coldwater Creek, so the nearest one is in West County Mall.
I note that Teavana has opened in the mall, so I make a beeline. Holly concludes, rightly, that I'm a dork for spending $50 on tea, most of which I send home with her to her mother. She finds an H & M, which she likes from other places she's been, and notes that it is probably fate because those are her initials. She finds some tops, and I found some hair things.
Next, we try Bailey's Chocolate Bar in Lafayette Square (it is precisely what you think it is). It's not open until 4, so we go to SqWire's for lunch, someplace I'd always wanted to try. I get the duck breast salad with mango salsa, she gets a burger. Then, the Chocolate Bar is open.
Holly got the Pot de Creme. I got the Chocolate Inebriation. Yummy.
We have to kill some time before dinner. We go to Gringo Jones so I can check on some items I intend to buy, like the totem pole.
Holly shops. (Pic 3) We make a quick stop next door at The Bug Store.
We then hit the Delmar Loop because she still needs a souvenier for her sister (who should be visiting soon). We go to one of my favorites, Phoenix Rising.
By now, it's time for dinner. Andrew and I select BARcelona Tapas because it's one I've never tried, and it's easy for Andrew to get to from work. There's a wait. On a Wednesday. We wait.
Totally worth it. I got Jamon Serrano con Manchego, Lubina a la Plancha (mmmmmmmm....), and Tres Leches cake (MMMMMMMMMM.....). I point out, brilliantly, that if for no other reason, Holly should learn Spanish so that she can order tapas no matter where she is. She got the Patatas Alioli, Ablondigas, and Croquetas di Pollo y Jamon, and Capirote (YUM). Drew got Sopa de Alubias, Atun de Pimienta, Pincho de Pollo y Chorizo, and the flan. All was pronounced delicious.
We then stop by the World News down the street. We pick up magazines for the rest of the trip, and then drive back to Illinois.
Day 3: Up and at 'em, for the next stop on the tour. We take the scenic route, down Illinois 3, with a pit stop in Chester for facilities and drinks, through Carbondale, past a couple of "historic" sites in Marion, and then I leave her in the capable hands of her paternal grandfather.
I meet my own father, stepmother and brother in Carbondale for lunch, then to West Frankfort to collect my birthday present (smoked fish, dill Havarti, meat sticks, and cheese curds fresh from Wisconsin). And then home, through a torrential storm so severe I couldn't even read the roadsigns. My effort at taking a shortcut through O'Fallon failed, as I couldn't SEE THE SIGNS.