A tiny bit of the mighty Washington University Medical Center and School of Medicine, including Barnes Jewish Hospital. I've gone in for repairs now and then. It is one of America's top tier medical schools and research facilities and just huge, covering (my best guess) 30 city blocks. And it's never finished. There is constant construction and expansion every time I drive by.
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Monday is April 1, City Daily Photo theme day, so we have to juggle the schedule a bit. Yesterday morning Ellie's school had a field trip to Laumeier Sculpture Park. I went along. It is a 72 acre / 29 hectare wonderland, or I think so. Ellie and a classmate are standing in front of one of its iconic works, but there is much more to experience down the side paths through the woods.
Well, so much for scouting out eclipse viewing sites. My car had a nail in one of its tires and I couldn't drive any distance until it was fixed. By then it was too late to hit the road.
So back to Costa Rica. I mentioned that we took a drive to Playa Grande, just north of Tamarindo but 45 minutes away because there is no bridge across the estuary. At the end of the road sits The Grateful Hotel and Sugaree's Bar and Grill, sort of a 60s-70s fantasy for old Deadheads. The restaurant is a decent lunch stop. Was our trip long and strange? Eh, not so much.
At the Feria Tamarindo again. We see this produce vendor every time we visit and the bounty seems never-ending. We rarely buy something since we go out to dinner almost every night.
As most North Americans know, there will be a total eclipse on Monday, April 8, running from southwest Mexico to Texas, parts of the U.S. Midwest, northern New England and then the Canadian Maritimes. St. Louis will be close to but not quite in the path of totality. I expect to spend much of today driving around looking for someplace right down central that might not be too crowded (thinking Walmart parking lot or similar). I'll keep my eyes open for images, too.
Home, barely. Our flight from Costa Rica to Dallas-Ft. Worth was quite late, our favorite airline put our inbound and outbound gates as far apart as possible and we made our flight to St. Louis with six minutes to spare (yeah, I know, first world problems). There is a people mover train that takes you between terminals at DFW. When we sat down I saw four empty mini bottles of Tanqueray gin on the opposite seat, the kind you might get on an airplane. There is a story behind this, but I'm too tired to figure it out.
