Trains and Trips.

Since today was my mom's last day of vacation, we decided that the two of us were going to take the train to Downtown Dallas. It was a lot of fun, but so exhausting. No regrets though.

The morning started off kind of panicky, because I didn't set an alarm since Holly swore up and down she had hers set and would make sure I was up on time. Wrong. We ended up waking up twenty minutes late. Oops. I ran out of the door with three pairs of shoes, an apple, my phone, a Pepsi, and an orange. Just a normal morning.

When we got into Dallas, we walked into the arts district. If you've never been to the Dallas Arts District, go there. It's pretty cool. My mom had this map of an art walk that we pretty much got to see everything on. But the first place we went was the Asian Art place. The picture is actually of a bunch of paper cranes on strings. I wish I had brought my camera with me, but oh well. I just used my mom's (a Nikon...bleh) and I got some decent-ish photos.

Then we went to the Dallas Museum of Art. I really like that place. It's possibly my favorite museum ever. Granted, I haven't been to that many museums. But whatever. They give you these nifty wristbands and send you on your way:

So of course, I had to stop and photograph them. We also got to go into the DMA outdoor sculpture garden, where I took this photo of my mom being adorable in front of water.

And I didn't take this picture, but it makes me smile anyway:

So there's that. Also, never eat in the DMA cafe. We paid eighteen dollars for two mediocre salads and two ridiculously bitter iced teas. And, we had to sit in what my mom referred to as "the riff-raff section." We ate though, while making fun of the lady who insisted we get soup as well. (Didn't she realize it was 95 degrees outside?) But overall, a great experience.

Eventually we made our way to the Thanksgiving Square. I remembered it from a trip we took to Dallas with the Smiths a couple of years back, so I decided to do a duplicate picture. The top one is from 2009, and the bottom is from earlier today.

I thought that was pretty cool.

The rest of the day consisted of walking, taking pictures, failing at reading maps, exploring, getting lost, jaywalking, Jimmy John's, and checking train times. The trip was a success. My mom's vacation was not wasted, and the two of us actually got to do something together. Mission accomplished.

So then when I got home, I took a shower, drank an energy drink, and sat around on my laptop. And here I am.

Here are some more random blurbs of information: I am exhausted. My mom dislikes European art. My ankles hurt. I kept making awkward eye contact with this guy on the train by accident. I drank fancy water today. I tripped over a curb three different times. I kicked my mom in the Dallas Museum of Art. I wanted to jump in every fountain I saw. The circle in the pictures has a wicked echo. I do not enjoy closed sidewalks. I saw a girl walking around Dallas in Ugg boots and athletic shorts, and I made fun of her really loudly. People think I'm fifteen years old. Everything in Dallas is ginormous. And I am done writing.

"The journey is just the beginning."