Sounds like a title to a Curious George book. Anyway, we went via car, boat and bus to the Big City to see the Dutch Masters. No, it's not a golf tournament and it has nothing to do with South Africa. It was a exhibition of Rembrandt van Riin, Vermeer and other dutch painters' works, several hundred years old. My neighbour and I were able to share with each other tidbits of info that we learned back in our respective art school years. It was so motivating, I was tempted to call in "sick" to work the next day. I could have called in, explaining that I was feeling too ambitious to come to work. Ha! After the art, June and I went to HMV and Sears, so our sense of culture does have it's limits. She and I got along terrificly - cut from the same peice of cloth, I think (challis) (or perhaps seersucker!)
Well, thanks to all who commented on my first blog. Your encouragement goes a long way!