Today I went to The Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa to see their new exhibition "Colour and Light". Impressionist paintings: Renoir, Monet, Cezanne, Degas, etc. I loved that many of these artists, close up, seemed to have gone very 'dotty' with their work. But when you stand back, the scene comes in to perfect focus. I was deliciously happy to discover an etching by my just-about fave artist, Tissot. There are only two other Tissots in New Zealand. I have several books on the guy, and I love his work.
Then I rushed to Hataitai Beach for a swim with J, Yay, number 1 swim completed for August.
This will be my last message for three weeks. Off to Los Angeles and Las Vegas. I have tried to persuade my friend/ house-sitter to do a few blogs for me, but she refuses to take over, even when I offered to write her a couple of brilliant scripts! Oh, these old people, you just can't teach technology to us-er-I-mean-them....
As usual, I am worried about several things when I arrive in the United States:
1 Looking like a country oaf when I keep both the knife and fork in my hands whilst eating. Americans look so elegant, eating with just a fork. They have been trained to place the knife down on the plate when they don't need it. Darn us kiwis, with our British way of eating.
2 My accent. I am a very-fast-talker-and-no-one-out-ofNew-Zealand-can-really-understand-me unless..... I ..... talk ..... very ..... sloooooow.
3 Tipping. I feel so embarrassed attempting to do it. I never know how much to give or exactly how to go about doing it. We don't tip here unless we are in a really really really high end restaurant.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu.
Adieu, adieu, to you and you, and you.....