This AM, I had the song Guantanamera stuck in my head. Because, for a Cuban song, it gets a lot of play in Peruvian tourist joints.
Thanks to
podle, that has now been replaced by Funkytown. I think I'd like Guantanamera back, please.
In other news, the head cold is setting in. You know this is my body's way of telling me I should be doing nothing but resting right now. Instead, time to run off to a meeting. Wheee!