Now THATÂ´S a Museum!
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I hope no one is grading me on the accuracy of my blog entries â€˘ especially those of this week. You see, Adam and I have really enjoyed this week just CHILLING in
That said, I am doing my best to be accurate, and to document what we did, where we went, etc. If nothing else, it is for my own benefit so when I look back two years from now and think â€śGosh, did I spend 2 whole months in
Case in point, I am having a hard time right now, even just a week later, remembering exactly what we did each day. For the first 6 weeks, I had been in the practice of writing notes in my little black book each day for reference later online. But since Adam has arrived, I have had someone to talk to during meals, bus rides, and cocktails â€˘ previously those were my prime note taking opportunities.
Several of you, too, have commented on the lapse in blog entries. I apologize for my silence this past week. There have been several factors. First, I have been very disappointed with the quality of internet cafes in
Ok onward with the activitiesâ€¦
Well, whatever we did today, it was completely overshadowed by the evening activity. I do remember we searched for a sushi restaurant only to find it was closed for the holidays. So we opted for our dirty little pizza joint, with crazy waiter and unknown (and unthinkable health code), for dinner.
Then we headed for the main event of the day â€˘ Museum.
Unbelievable. And unbelievably fun.
Well, I am getting ahead of myself.
As the night wore on, the tables and chairs were removed from beneath us, good music blared through the huge speakers, and soon enough we formed a small dance group.
What began as a 30x30 foot square dance area maybe, soon morphed into a huge dance floor that ran the entire length of the ground floor. Huge. It was crowded, sweaty, and a bit dangerous as beer bottles or glasses (not ours of course) occasionally smashed to the floor â€˘ and with no real ground crew, we were left to just kick them aside. One of our people cut her foot. But she survived.
By 2am, the music began to change from pop to Reggaton, and as people responded, changing their dance to more latin-style, Adam and I again began to feel out of place. (Note to self â€˘ before next big trip to
Regardless, I thought this was one of the most fun nights we have had. My sweat-drenched shirt proves it.