It’s 12:07 AM here in Minneapolis. It’s 28° Fahrenheit outside—by an odd coincidence, the exact same temperature that it is at this very instant in my hometown of Fort Collins, a thousand miles away. The internet allows us an opportunity to find these meaningless convergences that would have otherwise gone unnoticed.
In approximately three hours I’ll be sitting in an airport terminal, waiting for the sky to turn that specific shade of pinkish-purple that indicates that I can now get onto the airplane and find seat 23F. That plane’s destination is an airport in another American city. From there I will board another plane that will take me to Menagua, Nicaragua, and then by shuttle to Granada, a small city on the shore of Lake Nicaragua, whose water is now unfit to drink. Right now in Granada it’s 75°F. It will have reached 90° by the time my plane lands, at 4:50 PM.
I’m taking two suitcases with me. One contains clothes and a mostly-empty bottle of shampoo. The other contains a pair of broken-down laptops, a cheap little MiniDV camera in a Pelican case, and a handful of cables and discs. I am taking these things to Cineastas de Granada—an organization that offers free film production classes to low-income teenage girls in the city. This is my final destination. I will be spending a month with Cineastas, teaching Final Cut Pro. I speak no Spanish.
I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I’m going to write it all down and shoot photos and video. If there’s internet access to be had in Granada I’ll post it all as I go along. If there isn’t, I’ll post it all when I get back in January.
In the meantime, Vvinni has an interesting blog post coming up in the next week or so, but he doesn’t know about it yet. Just be patient.
