Love and Little Shop of Horrors meet. I actually really love this piece. The tendrils of how we reach and yearn to know the tendrils of other people. So close. I love sculpture so much. I think it is the most like dance of the visual arts. These were wonderfully displayed with the sculpture and the shadow both available. This was a film. Somewhat disturbing…An impression the shape of a woman, filled with flammable liquid and burned. I think it was about climate change…There was a Frida sectionPictures of her and Diego over the years. It’s interesting to think of the piece of important history end up in so many places because they are important to so many people…This was a moving corner of the museum…Make-shift homes you can walk through…And inside.. ah. An artist lives hereAnd at the center of the expectant demonstration of workers, a child looks out on its future. I love how many lives are depicted here. Walking to the park again… the brick train bridge is filled in with so many restaurants…And muralsAnd a holocaust memorialAnd the food! This was one of many favorite meals… Polenta, pesto, tomatoes, portobello, and parm.. I meant to make this at home! I had forgotten. Then a salad with roasted squash and grew and a deep mushroom risotto… we didn’t go far from home or research much, but we ate very well here. And sometimes we let others research and find special gems. This place was huge…And I was so glad we didn’t have a reservation, because we got the quiet atrium on the top floor And another museum… a whole Rodin section… probably 18 sculptures Combs for great lady’s hair…I can’t image trying to keep that in my head all day. It would run into everything and go askew… I guess I’m not made to be a fancy lady. And the US is too dominant of too many nuanced things. I have procrastinated ending my blog until I’ve been home long enough for an election, and a first few weeks of the twilight zone of the coming four years…. Sigh. So much fun and color…Our conversation teacher and co-student we had our last week. Inside the lobby of Exspanish. This is the back patio of our school. There is also a little balcony just out of my classroom. Subway exit. Art is everywhere And construction and reconstruction where the building used to be part of the other building. Such and old and dense city… so much more European than my West Coast life. Napoleon and Jesus…. ?This monument is moving too. The names and dates of “the disappeared” during the “dirty war”. An estimated 30,000 liberals, intellectuals, trade unionists, some pregnant women, and a disproportionate number of Jews were disappeared between 1969-1983. There are four of the walls behind Zarah. The memorial is on a boil by the Atlantic. This sculpture appears and disappears with the tides and depicts a 14 year old victim. Many were drugged and thrown out of airplanes into the sea. Along the walkway of the park, many signs. There is also a museum. And sculpturesAnd back at the park, swimming nutria… they really are much cuter than rats… See…And sunset over the little lake.A bunch of my class were all ending the same day we did so we took our teacher Sonia out for lunch. Our class at the end… And then suddenly, we were on our way home. Houston Airport was a mess… And lucky for us, some friends got married and had a shin dig just a few days later. And we got to reconnect to a lot of friends quickly. And back to work at my home clinic where even in 60’s hospital decor, I feel loved. And check in with our wedding tree. And see the beauty close to homeWe are so glad to be home, and to appreciate all the good things home has to offer. We’ll go out again, I’m sure but for now, we have settled back in.
Jessica Wandering 
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