After a glorious twenty days we’ve returned home. Despite my best efforts, Audrey left Cleveland thinking it was awesome, and she wasn’t totally wrong – there’s new construction and crews out fixing old buildings everywhere, so it wasn’t quite the Scooby Doo ghost town that I’d sold it as.
Our last day was spent downtown so I could show off Cleveland’s former glory. We parked at the Terminal Tower to see what was once the world’s second-tallest building. We visited the Old Arcade, one of America’s earliest attempts at a mall and an incredible piece of architecture. We hit up the Cleveland Public Library to see its ornate domed ceilings. We ate lunch at one of Michael Symon‘s many Cleveland eateries. And we finished the day with an obligatory stop at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
During the past few years, vacations haven’t been as frequent as I might prefer, so having some time to disconnect completely from work has been rejuvenating. With luck, COVID will end, work will be a bit less crazy, and travel journal entries like those made over the past few weeks won’t be as rare in the future.