It wasn’t a sand sculpture, it was a sand painting. i did wake kevin, and we rushed over there and it was quite beautiful. they were almost done with it, and then, yesterday, they had a ceremony at the completion and swept it all up.
here’s the sand they used.
and here’s one of the tibetan monks, hard at work.
we went upstairs to get a shot from above. kevin took this picture, and i took another one, and i leaned way over the edge of the balcony and wondered what would happen if i slipped and dropped the camera into the middle of the sand. i feel that the monk probably wouldn’t yell at me.
luckily it didn’t happen.
the detail was amazing.
we rushed home to get ready for the wine and food at the sangamo club, and then we ate and drank and ate and drank…kevin decided to take pictures of the food, and i haven’t looked at them yet. the pastel de choclo was a disappointment. it wasn’t made with chicken, but beef, but it did have the traditional black olives and corn and hard boiled eggs in it. but it tasted a little bit dried out.
the wine was plentiful. plentifully plentiful.
more on that later.
but only in theory about the later, because it promises to be a warm and dazzling weekend, so we’ll probably be outside most of the time.
ok then,
saturday morning grace.