Hi there!
A couple of days ago, I went to the museum with my dad. Something I usually hate. Seriously, I'm not a person that gets grumpy quickly, but if you take me to a museum, wow. I'll ruin your whole day, basically - no offense, that's just me - But. Me and my dad went to an exhibition in the Allard Pierson Museum in Amsterdam, an exhibition I had picked out myself. And miraculously, I didn't hate it. Not at all. I loved it. That hadn't happened before, believe it or not.