On Wednesday I woke up with some digestive issues. Jeff worked in the morning while I slept and made repeated trips to the bathroom.
By the afternoon I thought I was better. From the look of the photo of me waiting for the Uber perhaps not.
But we got to the museum and started with the famous Frida Kahlo painting above. I was feeling pretty good. There was a lot of amazing art to see.
But there were some bathroom breaks.
I spent an unusually long time looking at this painting because there was a bench in front of it and I needed to rest.
By the time we got to the sculpture garden I was feeling better.
And then less better.
And then lean on Jeff, time to go better.
But even though I spent almost as much time in the bathroom as in the galleries I’m so glad we went. It was a beautiful museum.
After we got back I took another nap and felt OK.