I’m am so sad today. We have begun our trip from South America back to the US. We’re waiting at the Trelew airport for a flight. Trelew is in Patagonia. Papa is in the Men’s room. He went there to get away from my whining again and again, “I want to stay here!” Even after our wonderful seven months living in Ecuador, Peru, and Argentina, I’m not yet ready to go home.
Papa just came back from the Men’s Room. He saw me still pouting to Nona, but he returned anyway. Right away, he found a way to cheer me up with some bathroom humor.
“Solbit, you have to look at this photo that I just took in the restroom,” he said enthusiastically. “Papa, I’m not sure that would be appropriate,” I replied, even before Nona could close her dropped, disapproving jaw.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I didn’t go low with my iPhone camera. You’ll appreciate this and so will Nona. Nona, close you mouth and look here.” Then he exposed his big iPhone 6 screen for us to see. “This is what I saw when I was standing in the bathroom and turned my head,” Papa explained.
“For just a fraction of a second, I thought a woman was staring at me through her sunglasses, and then I started to laugh, because I realized I’d been fooled,” Papa laughed, and we did too. “That is funny!” Nona exclaimed, “I wonder if there’s one in the women’s restroom?” She and I checked. There was! That one is a big mirror made to look like a man’s sunglasses though. Nona and I laughed again, and I almost forgot to be sad.
Papa said that the mirrors in the Men’s and Women’s rooms weren’t just “bathroom humor” but also art. “Art?” I questioned, “in a bathroom? I don’t think so.” Nona jumped in, “Oh, sure, art can be found almost anywhere. Remember the mural outside of that pizza shop in Buenos Aires, Solbit?” I did remember that painting of movie characters. Check this out.
Oops, our plane is here. We have to put the computer away and board. I’ll have to finish this email another day. Stay tuned…..
Our art appreciation continued when we arrived at our next stop, Washington, DC. Nona and Papa took me to the Phillips Collection — they collect art there. We saw this amazingly detailed portrait called, “Mercy,” by Whitfield Lovell.
I guess art can be found in many different places and can be created out of many different things. For another example, look at this. Papa said he thought it was oil paint on canvas, and he’s right.
Well, as you can tell, we’re back in the USA. Although I’m sad to have left South America, I’m pretty happy eating great food at Uncle Tom & Aunt Barbara’s home on Capitol Hill, and we can just walk to the free Smithsonian museums on the mall here to see more art. It’s not South America, and I do miss hearing Spanish, but I can’t complain. Bye!
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- You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
- You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”