Good morning from Pittsburgh—aka my first time in this city, and I genuinely can’t believe I overlooked it for this long. On this layover I had one mission: romanticize the day even with limited time, cold wind, and the classic “I brought the wrong jacket” situation. I stayed in a huge room with multiple windows (all I care about is good views and lots of windows), then headed out for a cortado at Gasoline Coffee Company because it was on the way and the vibe was so cute—great music, really kind people, and truly good coffee. From there I did the Duquesne Incline (cash only, exact change—learn from me), and the views up top were unreal. I was counting bridges like a maniac—my naked eye got to 15—and it made me wish this was a 30-hour layover instead of a quick one. I also made it to the Andy Warhol Museum, which was incredible and way deeper than the “cute pop art” version of Warhol most of us know. I wrapped things up walking the Roberto Clemente Bridge and past the Pirates field, and I left already planning my return: a game day, the Heinz museum situation, quirky museums, the bird zoo, and yes… a Primanti Brothers sandwich (but I need to split that with someone).