Sunday, March 17, 2013

Mexico City, Day 8: Museo Rufino Tamayo, Abbreviated

We truly were wiped out from yesterday, BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP so we spent today in our home neighborhood of Polanco. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP We took a walk down Avenida de Presidente Masyryk, which really is BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP beautiful and very European-feeling. We passed lots of luxury shops, bridal boutiques, BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP and "concept stores" adjoining trendy cafes. Though  BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP the girls were having a volatile day--the morning had featured a Lucia meltdown over the fact that I BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP wouldn't give her apple slices with skin on them, even though at home she BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP protests even the tiniest speck of skin (sigh)--but we were hungry, so we sat at an outdoor table for pizza. The girls BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP did fine, though Greta would have BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP preferred to stand in her high chair the whole time.

Later this afternoon, BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP we walked to the Museo Rufino Tamayo. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP The girls were not as peaceful museum-goers BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP as they were on Friday, but most of the galleries were closed for renovation anyway, so BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP after looking at the Tamayo collection we headed back outside and home. On the way we walked through crowds around the Bosque de Chapultepec, bustling on a Sunday with food stalls BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP and souvenir vendors and tons of families out to socialize. Everyone was eating something--and it's torture to walk past these food stalls and not be able to sample things. (Well, mostly; there are some BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP things unidentifiable enough to elicit a shudder.)

The BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP beeping you've seen in this post is my representation of last night. I got no sleep. None. Not even one hour. The reason is twofold. First, I simply couldn't fall asleep. Second, at 1:00am, a BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP began occurring about once every minute, piercingly, echoing through our apartment. This went on for the rest of the night. I'd been woken up at 5:30am the previous night by this same BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP but had hoped it was just a flukey alarm somewhere in the building; it was not. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. I tried sleeping with a pillow over my head. No hope. I walked around outside, trying to find if it was coming from someone's apartment. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. It sounded like a construction vehicle was backing up through our kitchen. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP And then it was morning, and the girls were up, BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP and I have never been so tired since, perhaps, the very earliest newborn days. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Andrew talked to the security person today, and a handiman looked around, promising to find the source; but when we saw him later, he said he couldn't find anything out of order. So I am dreading a week of sleepless nights ahead. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. I have no idea what I'm going to do. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Lose my mind, perhaps. Traveling with tiny kids is hard enough with nights of good sleep--it may prove to be impossible with no sleep at all. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.




1 comment:

Michelle said...

Noooooo! I should not be getting more sleep than you are.