A few weeks ago I made a impromptu trip to Minneapolis, inspired by the impending exodus of one great friend, a baseball text from my sister and genuine loneliness for a friend who is like a sister.
I thought about waxing lengthy and poetic about my sweet home, but haven’t I done that enough? I mean, c’mon, been there, done that. So I thought I’d just be a tourist and show you how a former local enjoys the great Twin Cities.
I was only in town for a few days, but I caught a rare Twins win at the new Target field, wandered around Lake Harriet, and grabbed a Surly Coffee Bender (*drool*) at Joe’s Garage (restaurant bar with star gazing at night).
We shopped local in Uptown, checked out what the first sake brewery/restaurant outside of Japan, Moto-i, and saw that yes, Mama Mia is playing for the umpteenth time in Downtown’s theater district.
Of course I had to go to the sculpture garden (art bigger than me is my favorite), pick some lilacs (the fact that I randomly managed to be in Minneapolis while they’re blooming makes me believe in a greater power), hit some crafty locales and enjoy a sewing lesson courtesy of my dear Nicole.
I’m thrilled I got a chance to experience spring in Minnesota, which is about as elusive as those lilacs. It’ll probably be three more years until I go back again, and I’m sure by then, there’ll be more new things for me to discover as a tourist.
