Arrived home from holiday Friday. Neither of us suffered irreparable damage from leaving my computer at home. Crisis averted. Well, my crisis. He carried his, allowing us to verify flight loads the evening before we flew home. We went to Chicago ostensibly to check out the Taste of Chicago.

Mister Hombre said he had wanted to attend this event for years, but things never fell into place. I suspect that’s true, but I also believe he had ulterior motives. Namely, to make sure I was confident traveling without him later in month. He knows me well when it comes to my comfort level. He understands my need to be prepared. His approach to travel is more fluid and less organized anal, but he’s been traveling longer.

We walked to most of our destinations. My husband kept hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive “free trolley”, but I was content content to travel on foot. We’re programmed differently. I prefer seeing the world at my own pace, and he prefers convenience. When we returned home, he rewarded himself with a trip to the chiropractor. I guess I’m better built for walking the concrete jungle than he is.

We were eating lunch at an outdoor cafe, people watching, and taking in everything that contrasts with our existence in a home city absent of skyscrapers and culture. I noticed a series of concrete barriers lining a construction site. They were the same type being utilized for interstate construction in the south, there main difference being they were pristine and undamaged by automobiles. I pointed them out to the Mister and a big smile appeared on his face. He said he was going to point them out to me, but was afraid I would give him one of those WTF eye rolls.

Not exactly a pairing guided by kismet, but an appropriate pairing nonetheless. It’s small inconsequential things that are daily reminders of why we work together. We’re together for larger reasons, but smaller reasons are the less traveled paths that led us to the destination.