Claro que si

It snowed last night. Alot. So instead of dealing with 75 maniacal middle schoolers from Grand Canyon High, I got a day off and went to the movies with a friend. We saw "The Motorcycle Diaries" and boy oh boy was it good. And not in that hollywood, overdone, big effects, already-know-the-plot-from-the-trailer way either. A Sundance film, it has found it's way into a few theaters and it is some kinda thing. If you like good ciniema, run, don't walk to see it. If you like hollywood's pre-digested rot-gut, don't bother, just rent "The Fast and the Furious" again. I'm not gonna tell you what it's about, you'll just have to go and see it.

Let's just say it provided incentive to brush up on my spanish, especially before my trip to Cuba.

And salsa! I went to salsa dancing lessons last night for the second time and I have gotta say, it is a little adicting. Now some of the folks there can be kinda intimidating, but the vast majority are like me, that is barely a clue but reasonably enthusiastic. And I'm getting better, which is exciting, but not unforseen, as I could not possibly have gotten worse. As if that wasn't enough, I got the number of a cute little thing that dances like nothing I have ever seen before. Wait, I take that back. For those that remember, months back I posted about seeing my first fire-whirl, that is a tornadoe or whirl-wind of fire, which sometimes occur during wildfires. They spin tightly, dancing up and down through the trees, "like a sexy woman salsa dancing in a tight red dress."