Anchors Away!

As I toiled over a Powers on the rocks and a Black Market Burger with the two Davids last night, Frankie and Jack (in Ryan Werner and Rene Bastian fashion) toasted two Sex on the Beaches replete with umbrellas on their cruise ship.  The anchors are up, the non-existent sails unfurled, and the AARP aged cruiseliner is en route to Cartagena with a quick stop in Aruba.  Ahoy!

As an aside, ever the non-traditionalist,  I'll be flying on Sunday direct to Bogota.  As I end this, it's important to note as another aside, this not only represents Mr. Latina's first foray on foreign soil, but might be the first time in cinema history that a director is transported via cruise ship to location.

Von Trier has his camper.  Latina has a four hundred some foot boat.  To each their own!