What does JR and JFK have in common? Dallas!

For our last day with Helen we went to Dallas, and first up was the JFK museum. For those not in the know, Dallas is where JFK was shot in 1963 and the sniper’s nest has since been turned into a museum detailing Kennedy’s life and death through pictures and video footage. Getting some more details on his politics and the circumstances around his death was definitely interesting, and there is a haunting echo of history repeating itself. Again the US finds itself with a young charismatic leader who’s rhetoric is based around hope and prosperity, who knows how to use the new media and wants to help the world. Hopefully they will take better care of this one.

No pictures at the JFK museum.

No pictures at the JFK museum.

Afterwards we went to the aquarium, the other big attraction in Dallas. More then just a line of fish tanks it’s a lush tropical indoor forest, multi layered with birds flying over our heads, monkeys climbing the trees and a myriad of sea creatures in the water under which is see through tunnel. There was even a sloth hanging lazily just out of touch of us, and we got to feed some of the tropical birds blueberries.

A taste of the tropical.

A taste of the tropical.

Good aquarium, good company.

Good aquarium, good company.

Can't help but loving a creature that got it's name from a cardinal sin.

Can't help but loving a creature that got it's name from a cardinal sin.

Other then that there really isn’t much to see in Dallas, and having driven through downtown we dropped by a shopping mall while Helen went to a yearbook meeting at the school where she teach. There seems to be a lot of hand-holding in American schools, which feeds the stereotypical high maintenance American. After the meeting we went for some Indian food, and, wanting to get moving somewhat early, watched “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” which is one of the most accurately named movies I’ve seen.

Helen and Schubert's place.

Helen and Schubert's place.

After a good nights sleep we are now back on the road, with Kristine behind the wheel and me blogging from the back seat. Time to find a new motel from which to leech interwebz access. And since I know she’ll be reading this; thanks for letting us stay Helen, was fun getting to know the two of you.

Kristine and Helen, morning goodbye.

Kristine and Helen, morning goodbye.

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