Hopped a train to St. Paul and a mere eight hours later were snug at our favorite Twin Cities Airbnb. We hung out with Henna of course, but managed also to squeeze in a bit of sightseeing that led us to this really cool coffee house just a few blocks from St. Paul Cathedral.

We love St. Paul. We love the leafy streets, the Minnesota nice vibe and the repurposed buildings. In the latter category sits Nina’s which is situated in a grand old majestic building (sorry, I kind of tried to find out some info about the building but my heart just wasn’t into it; it might once have been a brothel but I’m not sure).

I had a cortado. Never heard of a cortado until starting these chronicles but they are delicious. Corey went with a cappuccino. They say that a man/woman’s drink says a lot about a person. Who says that? I say that.

Now we are back on the train headed south. Seated behind us is a family speaking in a deep Fargo-like accent. Their conversation drifts a bit toward the tragic side of life. For example there was this sixty year old man who suddenly died on his flight to Germany (“Poisoned I betcha”). Ten minutes in they are amusing. But it’s a long ride back to Chicago.