I am standing in front of the museum with a classmate of mine, Juan.
I was happy that he was willing to go to the museum with me. This was our last day in Argentina. We were granted only one day of free time in Argentina but had to go where our professor suggested. We were the only two who wanted to go to the museum. Being that I don’t speak much spanish, I was greatful that he wanted to go too!
I am at the Museo de Arte Latinoamericano de Buenos Aires with my classmate Juan. The bench is a decorative piece of work. The bench continues to grow along the side of the wall and down the ceiling. When you walk into the museo, you see the strips of the bench but you don’t know what it is, unitl you walk up the steps.