Buen fin de semana

Hola a todos.

Friday night I went to a Salsaton class, which is a mex of salsa and reggaeton dancing...shit, it was hard! The instructor, Marta, was a beast. And by beast I mean an amazing dancer. When she did the routine it looking awesome. When I did it, not so much. But I stuck out the hour and a half class, which is more than I can say for some other lazy asses, and it was fun to learn some (sorta) Spanish dancing, completely in Spanish. Afterwards I went out and drank too many mojitos, but whatever. I haven't had a mojito in forever, and I really wanted one.

Saturday I went to Bilbao, which is the capital city of Basque Country. It really has a different feel from the rest of Spain. The architecture of quite different, and every sign is in both Spanish and Basque (Euskera), which is the single most complicated language ever. It's actually not related to any known language, so there's not any cognates to clue you in. When I saw basque writing my brain processed it as letter vomit. We did some shopping and exploring around Bilbao and eventually found the Guggenheim Museum.

The musuem was amazing. The building is craaazy, and actually my favorite part of the whole museum. There's no way to explain it, it's like something out of a crazy, LSD-induced dream. Frank Gehry is a genius. In a way it almost overshadows the art within it, it is that awesome. The museum also has an exhibit by Richard Serra called The Matter of Time which is a giant installation of steel scultures that you could walk through. I loved wandering through the huge steel spirales. There was also a big exhibit of Cy Twombly, which was mainly minimalist art. To put it plainly, minimalism isn't my cup of tea. Sure, it's considered art, but I don't really value it too highly if a Kindgartner could do it. Like crayon scribbles on a canvas, or two cardboard tubes glued together and painted white. Really Guggenheim? You're going to put that on the first floor and make me go up to the third to see the Velazquez painting?

Someday I am going to poop on a canvas and call it art.