I am a museum person. When I heard about the Bogota Gold Museum my ears perked immediately.
I know some of you are surprised that a person of my tattooed,
awesome, party-going, rock n’ roll luke-warm tepid lifestyle likes to spend hours of their Sunday afternoons in educational institutions.
Somehow I had been skeptical of the gold museum. There are plenty of them throughout South America and I was just kind of meh about the whole ordeal. After being told twice about the amazingness of it, we thought we would give it a chance.
WOW. Is all I could say. They really didn’t skimp out on anything and put their gold output on 11. You even have to walk into a vault at one point to see some of the more valuable pieces.
The one aspect I found more fascinating than anything was the concept of body modification in pre-Colombian cultures in Latin America (I told you I was a dork – I’m even thinking of going back and doing a documentary thesis on the whole ordeal).
I remember the shock and dismay of Shaun’s mom when she realized that no, those weren’t mirrors in my ears, those were massive holes (and I’m missing them now due to the fact they popped out when I was snorkeling in Akumal, Mexico).
I had a shit eating grin on my face knowing that no, I wasn’t a freak, my ancestors (yay being Mexican!) had been doing this for thousands of years. Actually, me stretching my ears makes me more normal in the grand scheme of things if you think about it.
And like a girl at Tiffany’s I sat there staring at a few pairs of earrings green with envy.
And now for some random things and other.. stuff.