Carole pointed out in the comments of the last post that I do not tend to love museums. This is both true and false. I want to explain to you my museum theory. Here it is:
If you don’t care about something 364 days of the year, you do not have to pretend to care about it the one day a year you are in a museum focused on it.
I am all for going to all kinds of museums and hitting the high spots so that I can learn new things, because I love learning. However, meandering through reading every plaque and listening to every audio guide and doing those awful interactive display things is something I only do at museums of things of which I am really interested. I also don’t think that you should feel guilty if you don’t want to go to a museum that does not interest you at all. Why? Because there are museums about EVERYTHING. How much time have I spent in the British Transportation Museum? None. How much time do I anticipate spending in it before we move home? None. How much guilt do I have over this decision? None. See how easy that is? It is much like my Valentine’s Day theory, which is: if you love someone, you love them every day of the year and doing something special on Valentine’s Day is a great treat, but if you are a total jerk 364 days a year, flowers and chocolates on one day don’t mean anything other than you have a calendar and a guilt complex.
So that is the Andrea (world’s worst sightseer) Museum Theory in a nut shell. I also have to admit that my favorite part of every museum is the gift shop. Period. We are planning on going to the Vatican museum and I am also hoping that they have some kind of ride to take a turn on the Pope-mobile but I won’t get my hopes up.