After about a thousand art museums the one that still knocks my socks off is Vincent's. I can't even fathom what made this man (Van Gogh) tick, but brother could he paint. Later in the day we saw a whole boat load of Rembrandt's masterpieces (Including Night Watch), but Vincent's are the ones that make me cry (With Joy!) if I have only one place to go before I die it'll be here with Vincent.
The weather report is "Friggin' Spectacular". . . We slept like drunken sailors and woke up (10 hours later) to bright blue skies. Tonight we get a "Rice Table" . . . Details might follow, but basically you get rice (Duh!) and then about 40-50 small bowls filled with every imaginable variety of delectables. some are recognizable, some aren't. Duane gets to eat all the unrecognizable things. Paula eats the bowls with chicken in them. This is an Indonesian speciality (the Dutch used to own Indonesia or something like that) and is so yummy you'll cry. If Duane cries it will be the second time today. He can't wait. When we get home I'll try again (I Promise) to post pictures.
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