On the first weekend of Spring, I left perfect 80 degree weather in Santa Monica, and arrived to a freezing 27 degrees in Minneapolis/St. Paul. For the first time in my life the purpose of my trip was "business" and I was excited to represent my office at the conference and meet some of the local coordinators that work for our organization. There wasn't a whole lot of free time on the agenda, but I was able to finagle a mini-tour and saw enough of the twin cities to make my inner traveler happy.
One of the coordinators brought a some German fig flavored vodka for people to try, but, unfortunately, it was all gone by the time I arrived to the post-meeting party so I didn't get to try any, but I thought the labels were pretty awesome.
Friday night we ate dinner in Uptown Minneapolis at a swanky place called Chino Latino that served things such as nacho plates with fried plantain chips. Yum.
My guides drove me through the neighborhood were Abby, as in the woman who wrote the "Dear Abby" newspaper column, used to live. This wasn't Abby's house, they couldn't remember where it was, but she lived in this neighborhood.
There was a high school hockey team staying on my floor at the hotel and all of their doors were decorated with these personalized hockey sticks!
We had dinner at a restaurant in the Mall of America on Saturday night. Oddly enough, the amusement park in the middle of the mall seems to have shrunk since I was last there when I was 12 years old. :)
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