Friday, October 1, 2010
I cannot understand why I do not visit Kansas City more often. My favorite aunt and uncle live there, along with their daughter, my favorite cousin, and I always have such a wonderful time there. Too often, life just gets in the way. I must earnestly try to do something about that.
In the late afternoon of Friday, October 1, 2010, my sister and I traveled – in coordinated fashion, of course (we are twins afterall) – to Kansas City, Missouri. It was a beautiful fall day and the entire weekend held the promise of great weather. Lisa set out from Washington, D.C. and I set out from Pittsburgh, PA, and we arrived in Kansas City within several minutes of each other.
We were met at the airport by our cousin, Carla, who had planned an evening of entertainment beginning with a “gallery crawl.” This took us to an area on the river and immediately south of downtown. It’s a surprisingly big area that is home to dozens of small art galleries and restaurants. We saw some very strange things masquerading as “art” and yet we also saw some very lovely things – especially at a gallery that was showing the work of a family friend.
We next dined at an Austrian restaurant, and the weather was lovely enough that we were able to enjoy our meal on the restaurant’s outdoor terrace. We enjoyed some traditional Austrian fare – wiener schnitzel and goulash. Following dinner, Carla took us to our hotel, the
Intercontinental, which sits overlooking the Plaza. Carla then had to depart, but she called her parents (who had attended a piano concert earlier in the evening) to meet us there. At about 10:15pm, we greeted our ever-energetic aunt and uncle in the lobby. We then spent a delightful hour visiting with them in the hotel lounge, where Uncle Jack proceeded to dance with all three of us!
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