I´ve been sick for the past week so I took the day off from class. In the morning I was downstairs at my hosts house, in my underwear, eating breakfast, and I hear a buzz at the door. I run upstairs and put some clothes on, came back down and opened the door, and found Geraldo, the 8 year old grandson of my host mom (who lives across the street with this mom, who normally drives him to school). He hadn´t gone to school for some reason (turns out he had left his backpack in the house I was in, so he just stayed home). So I let him in and he hops on the computer and starts playing online flash games. After a while I was about to go out to join my class for an afternoon trip to a museum, as I was feeling better. I didn´t know if I should leave him at the house, and what my host mom would think about the doors being open (because you need a key to open or close the doors, and I wasn´t going to lock him in. So I told him he had to go when I went. So we both go, and when we pass his house, he just keeps on walking. I asked him, ´are you going to your house?´, and he said that he couldn´t, it was locked. So I asked him ´well then where are you going?´ And he just shrugged and said ¨no sé¨. I was going to take him back to his grandmothers house, but then I asked him if he wanted to go to the museum with me and he shrugged and said ¨por qué no?¨. So off we went to catch a bus downtown, me suddenly with an 8 year old charge falling asleep against my arm during the ride.
So we got downtown and I most definitely took us on a terrible route to get to the museum, so we stopped at a tienda and I bought us both ice cream bars. We got to the museum a
little late but caught up with the group, who had an English speaking tour guide who was obviously very enthusiastic about the museum. The museum is actually a house, the house of an American artist named Robert Brady. The building was originally a part of a Franciscan convent (the cathedral is still attached next door) built in the 16th century which he purchased when he moved to Cuernavaca (I think in the 60s). Equipped with access to his fathers fortune, he proceeded to decorate the casa exquisitely with art from around the world. Every room is positively stuffed with art, carvings, statues, beadworks, from every continent and many epochs. Everything is placed acording to his artists aesthetics. For instance there is a Hindu Buddha placed in an enclave that was added to a shower because it was directly visible through the doorway in the next room. The interior is painted with particular colors which they called ´Brady Colours´ and he left them instructions for how to mix them before he died. Brady died in 1986 and his house was turned into a museum afterwards. The website of the museum is here. Pictures from a Google search.
little late but caught up with the group, who had an English speaking tour guide who was obviously very enthusiastic about the museum. The museum is actually a house, the house of an American artist named Robert Brady. The building was originally a part of a Franciscan convent (the cathedral is still attached next door) built in the 16th century which he purchased when he moved to Cuernavaca (I think in the 60s). Equipped with access to his fathers fortune, he proceeded to decorate the casa exquisitely with art from around the world. Every room is positively stuffed with art, carvings, statues, beadworks, from every continent and many epochs. Everything is placed acording to his artists aesthetics. For instance there is a Hindu Buddha placed in an enclave that was added to a shower because it was directly visible through the doorway in the next room. The interior is painted with particular colors which they called ´Brady Colours´ and he left them instructions for how to mix them before he died. Brady died in 1986 and his house was turned into a museum afterwards. The website of the museum is here. Pictures from a Google search.Anyway, before we got to the museum Geraldo reached into his back pocket and pulled out a slingshot and started fiddling with it - and I realized, I´m bringing Dennis the Menace to a museum! He skipped school, and when I told him he couldn´t stay at his grandmothers house he was going to just wander around on the streets for 3 hours until she got home! Then he hops on the bus with me with nothing in his pockets but a slingshot! Definitely Dennis the Menace material. In reality though he´s a really good kid, and he enjoyed the museum. He looked at all the room and kidded around with me about using the shower and the toilet and eating from the fridge. Everyone else in the group loved him and thought it was cute that I suddenly had an ¨hijo¨.
Anyway, we got back home and his grandma thought it was cool that I took him, so all is well! By the way, I´m in Cuernavaca for 3 weeks to learn Spanish. I was going to write an introductory blog post about it (had a really good first week, then got sick, and I haven´t felt like doing much of anything). I went to the hospital last night and got a new perscription and I´m feeling better now, though still weak. I´ll try to get a post up about my first week at some point, and I hope that my last week is worth writing about!
Neil
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