Drag everybody out of bed and hit the road for a day trip to Bilbao for a visit to the Guggenheim. YAY! This was met with bitching, moaning, gnashing of teeth. Whatever. Can it. Get in the car and praise Jesus down the road you are in France.
Pummeling rain and speeding and radar cameras and toll booths and three different languages met us on our road trip. But we did not shy away from our goal. We prevailed!
The Champ gave me the ugliest glare, a glower of monstrous proportions - the type of monster you'd see on a Catholic cathedral, consuming the damned. But I said, "Toughen up kid. This weekend we are in Paris and it's nothing BUT museums in your future. BWAHAHAHAHA!"
The Guggenheim is an amazing building full of tourists. We stood in a long line. In fact, we spent more time in line than we did inside. But we got a free popsicle outside, so it was alright. Kit Cat and I were busted by the staff for taking pics, but seriously, everybody was taking pics. And there was all this "participate" in the artwork, which made us laugh so loud, EVERYBODY knew we are Americans. To which I have to say, "Go France yourself. U! S! A!"
DONG! So this is a big plexiglass box and obviously it is a maze, but when you don't watch where you are going you run into a wall, which is hilarious and everybody outside the box laughs at you... specifically the Americans. Especially when you smack your forehead on it and it makes a loud SMACK noise. We cannot decide if it is DONG!, or THWAP! or just a crash. What we all agree on is that it is hysterical to watch.
Inside these large fabric pillowcases are my two youngest artists. The performance art is supposed to be "mountains" transitioning with the music. It was really funny. They ended up being ghosts.
And this... from my lefty, artistic, creative child.
And then we drove to Biarritz (Bee-are-reetz) to check it out and get some dinner. What a cool town. So full of tourists and lots of people with tons of money. I parked like a jerk, because why not? And then we ate, which the kid that was serving us thought it was hilarious when I told him the wine was for "the boy." And he was all excited by the fact that we all are from Oregon. Cool beans.
The Champ bought some churros from the shop, by himself. It had the name ChiChi on the poster. The shop guy was laughing and told him, "You get an extra one." And I yelled across the street, "Gratuit! My favorite word." And for some reason we all busted out in dance, which he thought was awesome and then threw in some free bon bons.
And then Kit Cat and I went shopping and spent some euro we don't have, followed by a long ride home in the dark. Awesome.
Oh and don't sell me any "Enfants Terrible" here. We're all stocked up.
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