There comes a point in any long-haul trip that the body just gets wiped out and exhausted...probably from the constant, everyday activities: walking, sight-seeing, and eating. These past 12 days seem like an eternity has passed...heck, even our London trip with Peter is sorta vague and cloudy. I guess that's a good sign that we've had a pretty good vacation so far, since 2 weeks at home goes by quickly. The bad part is that Les is getting a bit under the weather.
Today, we keep it pretty quiet. With our tour bus pass, we venture throughout the city on the double-decker, quickly whisking us by every large monument or landmark the city has to offer. A 4-hour bus ride isn't that long because there is so much to see, necessarily, but traffic congestion here is horrendous. I mean, worse than SF, Rome, and London. Tons of cars and large boulevards that end up in round-abouts with lines that mean very little to the drivers. Impressively, however, that even with all of the chaos on the streets, all the drivers were very keen and aware and avoided accidents pretty well. American drivers would not last very long here.
We also end up visiting the Picasso Museum, which happens to be near our apartment. Nothing too remarkable about the exhibits, other than the relevation that Picasso really was a copycat; taking a lot of his drawings from this guy named Degas. Only near the end of his philandering life did he start doing the crazy abstract stuff we recognize today.
One more day of our vacation tomorrow. I've been having dreams about work and home again. I kinda miss my PS3. Homesick much?
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