The Diaries

Last night the husband and I went to a movie (can you believe it?), because the painters were spray-painting the ceiling in the entire house at once.

So we went to see "The Motorcycle Diaries" and recommend it to anyone who's not seen it yet.  It's about Che Guevara when he was young, and what a compassionate, caring soul he was...

Now before anyone jumps up and screams "but he was a Communist!" *please* understand that this movie was about his youth and how it all started.  The scenery is unbelievable, they show a big chunk of Argentina, which made me want to book the next flight out even though I have a flying-phobia (does anyone know the scientific name for that?).  Here is what's (to me) most important to help others understand why I still miss my birthplace:  the friendship between the two boys in the movie and, most of all, the sense of humor seen in the way they talk and in their charm -- the things I grew up with in most people.  Especially the men.

Outside of the fact that Che was major eye-candy, he was so caring, at one point it moved me to tears... but I will refrain from going into or discussing anything else, as I don't know that much about him as a grown up, only that he started from a good place.  Oh, and that my mom always loved him because aside from his idealism and good heart, he worked with lepers and treated them like anyone else.

I will continue this later on.  Gotta go on a chauffer run.