Decompressing from my busy life takes a few days, but ultimately I let go and try to forget that such a thing as the Mac even exists. And given the current state of Apple, I was eager to get away. But it turns out that it's not so easy to run away from the Macintosh.
Macs tend to pop up in the most unexpected places.
Recently I went on a whirlwind trip, circumnavigating the globe and stopping in Russia, China, and Mongolia, where I planned to see a total solar eclipse. Not much chance of stumbling across a Mac in these places, I thought. I was wrong. A rather perplexing building to navigate, the museum was crowded this Sunday with Russians seeking their own culture rather than the European masterpieces found in the Hermitage. After we entered, a woman whose English was about as good as my Russian tried to point us toward the Avant Garde section.