So I officially almost got through today without speaking out loud. Kamen House—our flat complex—has become an absolutely ghost town, what with the massive pilgrimage to Rome (no really, it’s called that) and other various weekend trips because of our very, very rare four-day weekend.
Overcome by a large block of free time and no one to bother me whilst I wait for the family to land tomorrow afternoon, I had to make some choices. So this is what I came up with.
9:15. Alarm rings. Snooze.
9:35. Still sleeping.
11:00. Shit, must have turned it off at some point. Up now. Get around to throwing a heinous amount of laundry in the deserted (score!) laundry room, and head off on the bus towards the V&A—the Victoria & Albert, that is, except nobody calls it that. It’s kind of like Los Angeles.
11:00-16:30. Awesomeness. I had been meaning to make it down here for ages, and finally remembered why I was supposed to go. I didn’t even make it to the two big events that are on at the moment (Quilts and Decode: Digital Design), but I managed to spend a weird amount of time in Photography, Fashion and Southern Asia. Brilliant collections. There is a Grace Kelly exhibit opening on 17 April.
Skipping to 19:30. Bought a ticket to see the Ballet Nacional de Cuba’s performance of Swan Lake at the Coliseum. The swan princess was absurd and the whole experience just sort of exponentially increased my desire to go to Cuba. Mmm. Cuba.
And that was my day. Cheers.
