One Sunday, Chris and I had an errand to run on the south side. Our storage unit is located about 20 minutes south of where we live, and we were off to unload a few of the many boxes we have been storing—most of which are furniture and possessions from his mother and grandparents. After both of Chris’ grandparents passed away on the small island of Curacao in the Caribbean, his mother had movers box everything up from their huge plantation home and had been paying for storage ever since.
A few years ago, we had Chris’ mother ship us all the antiques, furniture, collectables, and more so we could store it for her for free. The two of us love spending hours in the storage unit, unwrapping all of the cool and unique items from his grandparents’ culturally enriched life of traveling the world and collecting items along the way. I guess you would call it Chris and his brothers’ inheritance. Some of it is junk, but the majority of it is extremely cool stuff, a lot of which has found a home in our condo.
Wanting to brunch before embarking on a few hours of heavy moving and sorting, we decided to check out the very cool and eclectic neighborhood of Pilsen. I had never really been to Pilsen during the day, only at night, and I have thoroughly enjoyed the funky and fun vibe the neighborhood offers. During the day, graffiti walls are scattered among buildings, and a good number of upscale restaurants are next to fast food joint-type places to provide food offerings of all cuisines.