I spent the better part of my weekend clinging to a rock face in the snow, rain, and heavy winds; so you know I was having a good time.
My relationship with words is strained, at best, but really fails me when I feel strongly about what I'm trying to describe. Generally, I can get away with flapping my hands meaningfully, but this just doesn't work onilne. Unfairness compounded. So instead of telling you about familial visits (which are awesome), clinging to rock faces (which makes my world go 'round), or watching my sister cry (oh, I am so proud of her); I want to tell you about a movie. A movie, my friends, that I really think you should go see. It's ostensibly about Ernesto Guevara (better known as Che), but is really about the Andes, culture, friendship, azjuni and watching it made me homesick for Columbia.
The Motorcycle Diaries.
My relationship with words is strained, at best, but really fails me when I feel strongly about what I'm trying to describe. Generally, I can get away with flapping my hands meaningfully, but this just doesn't work onilne. Unfairness compounded. So instead of telling you about familial visits (which are awesome), clinging to rock faces (which makes my world go 'round), or watching my sister cry (oh, I am so proud of her); I want to tell you about a movie. A movie, my friends, that I really think you should go see. It's ostensibly about Ernesto Guevara (better known as Che), but is really about the Andes, culture, friendship, azjuni and watching it made me homesick for Columbia.
The Motorcycle Diaries.