bryn listens : celia cruz
I don't know about you, but when I'm packing, I listen to salsa. Tomorrow is moving day (just a couple blocks away in our dear Ft Greene) and I am putting together the last odds and ends of our apartment. It's the scraps, the randoms that haven't found a box yet -- which means I'm labeling cartons with titles such as "2 towels, 3 books and a dumbell," or "tv stand, rice cooker and tissue boxes." Of course.
Listen with me: