Sore and with a heavy heart, Luis finally allows me to leave his unit. It's Friday and Nathan and I decided to visit the National Museum with Gerald. It is my brother’s assignment for an English course. He needs to create a report about the museum. I don’t know how it relates to his course though, since he’s taking a BS in Agriculture.
Still, Nathan and I got curious. Sierra Madre only has one museum. It is a small one-room museum filled with old paintings and portrait busts of local legends. The National Museum of Fine Arts, on the other hand, is a four-story building with a rectangular layout. And these rooms and floors are filled with paintings from different people! Dead or still alive!
My mother skipped the excursion though. She says she’d like to sleep and probably, do some laundry
