It was the Getty Villa Family Festival, and set up in front of the amphitheater was a Mt. Vesuvius cut out. We took our picture, and off we went. It was easy to maneuver throughout the museum with the wheelchair, and there is a TINY, and I mean, possibly a three person, elevator to take you to the gorgeous pool and botanicals. There is a little four-wheel-drive wheelchairing down there, it’s all gravel, but maneuverable. When I push mom around in a wheelchair, I am immediately aware of the kindness of (most) strangers. Lots of people holding doors open and smiling parents giving their kids the look to do it…to me, it’s warm, but I wonder if mom finds it condescending. I’ll have to ask her. I think I would ABHOR being in a wheelchair, I’m a control freak, and I think that personality facet might have been handed down to me by the one who’s in the chair…The Getty has all sorts of wonderful tours, and the they made an exception and allowed us to sign up early because of the mobility limitation. That was helpful, be sure to ask. Overall, I felt that everyone at The Getty Villa was amenable to making our visit as comfortable as possible.
We had lunch in the lovely cafeteria, and after that mom was ready to go home. That’s another thing to remember on trips, when your mate tires out on the quicker side. Lower your expectations about how long the trip will be, and you’ll be happy no matter what. That is a good rule of thumb for everything, I find!