Museum Week

Winston came home thrilled about his trip to the Prado. He especially liked the park, and the rumor that there might be crocodiles there.  

We are going  back there this weekend for him to show it to us.

And for me to take my own photos.

Winston reported very seriously that there was a painting of a vamoire sucking a baby's blood.  Francisco Goya went through a "Black Period" and there is a whole gallery full of gruesomeness. 

Upstairs, where hardly anyone goes, are Goya's happy tapestries of garden parties.  I would not have know except that my Spanish teacher told me.

Tristan went to the Reina Sofia.  He liked all the hidden objects in this painting by Salvador Dali.  Can you see the dog, the reclining figure, and the neck of the guitar?  One of the baby's eyes is a boat.

     I meanwhile had my cancer society class.  All the presenters did a great job, and the time was very well spent.  We did role plays about how to be good listeners and how to behave so that we are approachable in a hospital setting.  I was one of 40 trainees, all of whom were glued to their cell phones, but then we went en masse to the nearest bar for coffee (or beer and potato chips at 11:00am).  Then everyone talked to each other.  The lady I talked to has a grown daughter with leukemia.  Today was about making the rounds of the inpatient cancer ward.  I hope they have a module tomorrow about going with people to the hospital for consultations or treatments or whatever, since that is what they had in mind for me to do.