How are you spending my money??
Evanston Travel Blog› entry 11 of 12 › view all entries
Slept in, again, on Monday. Somebody has apparently not been eating her Wheaties!
Charlie and roommates let me have their couch. I stumbled to a local artsy / hippie / peace-loving kind of coffee shop / cafe and had a fabulous brunch. Then hauled my bod and luggage up to Evanston.
NOTE: I'd forgotten just how handicapped-unfriendly the El is. No escalators. Few elevators. Tough enough with luggage. It would be a nightmare with bad knees, a cane, or (God forbid) a wheelchair.
Why Evanston? My professional society -- the American Massage Therapy Association -- has its headquarters there and I wanted to see how they were spending my money! I'm involved in the local chapter and sometimes I get very frustrated with the national office. They don't seem to really "get" the daily life of a hard-working MT. So I had an appointment to chat with a few people.
They couldn't have been nicer and seemed genuinely interested in hearing what it's like "in the trenches". I had some harsh things to say about the websites' search engine (knowing that a good search engine is, in fact, really difficult to create and manage). But they listened and were friendly, helpful, and supportive.
I feel much better about the national office now!
Grabbed a cab to O'Hare and came home.