Thing was, we watched it out of order, and often only bits at a time, because the teacher would turn it off whenever we talked back to the TV. So we never knew if there was a plot. But then, he was British, so he saw it as more important to mock the fact that our Spanish pronounciations sounded funny to him since he spoke it in his Liverpudlian accent.

I TiVo it. Do you want to know how it ends, meara?

Yes yes! Though really, I need a website that has a brief explanation of the plot, because although I remember startling amounts of it, I last watched it ten years ago (ACK!).

Ooh. Suddenly occurs to me that maybe *I* get Destinos somewhere on my channel lineup! Off to TiVo I go!!!

I figure I do my part by not owning a car. Saves society untold burdens. Everyone who calls themselves an environmentalist and still owns one, choosing to live in a place where they "have to" have one, sort of looks suspicious to me.

Man, I miss watching Destinos!

Sigh.

But I lost all my Spanish skills when I tried to read Garcia Marquez sans translation. Brain broke.

I had all these retarded short stories I wrote in Spanish, and none of them make sense to me now. Pity, that.

I figure I do my part by not owning a car.

One positive thing about the march of technology is that you can feel more and more virtuous for not participating. You can conserve more by not owning an SUV than not owning a car, and even more than that by not owning a Hummer. In the future, I'm planning to not own a flying car.

Yes yes! Though really, I need a website that has a brief explanation of the plot, because although I remember startling amounts of it, I last watched it ten years ago (ACK!).

Okay, so, you'd gotten to the point where Raquel had gotten to Mexico, right? Basically, Roberto - the newly-discovered grandson of the old guy - got trapped in a mine, then rescued, went to the hospital, was fine, got out. He, Raquel (the lawyer), and Angela (the granddaughter) trooped off to meet the old guy whose first name I can't remember right now. Castillo, anyway.

Their uncle - shoot, don't have his name in my head either, anyway Raquel's boyfriend - comes to Mexico City. So do Raquel's parents (to see her) and her old flame Luis (because her mother invited him, hoping he could rekindle a thing with Raquel, because she's worried about Raquel's thing for the Argentinian uncle. Not Raquel's uncle, Angela and Roberto's, and can I mention that being on this board and trying to type "Angela" instead of "Angel" is really hard?) Luis tries to pick up Raquel, but she shoots him down, because she really wants the guy from Argentina. She's not willing to leave LA for him, though.

Old Castillo is in the hospital, then he gets out. Angela and Roberto go to meet him. Old Castillo has doubts, which allows the show to spend several episodes recapping the plot. Then Angela produces half of the wedding cup that Old Castillo used in his wedding to their grandmother, he produces the other half, everyone believes they're related, yay. Oh, and the mansion doesn't get sold, they're going to turn it into an orphanage.

The Argentinian says he'll move to LA to be with Raquel. She's happy. Many hugs. The end.

Saves society untold burdens. Everyone who calls themselves an environmentalist and still owns one, choosing to live in a place where they "have to" have one, sort of looks suspicious to me.

Heh. You obviously haven't seen Seattle's public transit, have you?

It took my husband an hour and a half to make the approx. five mile commute from our house to his job via bus. And he often has "come in ASAP" situations.

We live in city, in a neighbourhood we could afford. But being as it's mostly a minority neighbourhood, we're strapped for city services, including bus. Anything close enough to not require using Metro was so far out of our price range that we couldn't even really rent there. My skillset pushes me into jobs twenty miles from home. With little bus service.

So, that's kind of insulting.

Just sayin'.

I know a lesbian who wanted to own a Hummer. I pointed out to her that no self-respecting lesbian should want to own a car whose name was also slang for a blow job. She laughed.

Aww! Yay! And I remember the mine thing...and her standing on a rooftop in Argentina talking to the guy...also remember the very beginning of the series when she goes to talk to people in Spain...heh.

Sadly, TiVo does not seem to recognize "Destinos" as a valid title choice, and typing it in as a wishlist comes up with nothing. Sniff. It isn't called anything else, is it?

I figure I do my part by not owning a car. Saves society untold burdens. Everyone who calls themselves an environmentalist and still owns one, choosing to live in a place where they "have to" have one, sort of looks suspicious to me.

Speaking as a moderate environmentalist who owns a car... you know, there comes a point where I'm not willing to throw myself on my sword. I live a mile from my workplace downtown and a half mile from the grocery store, I walk when the weather's nice and there's enough light, or if I know I'm only going to buy milk or whatever, but environmentalism through guilt and suffering on average just irritates people in my experience.