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October 13, 2004still day 5, Bailar salsa
Tody, we finally figured out when and where the salsaclasses were. We have two teachers, a guy called Angél and a very tiny woman, and basically we have classes in their living room. Angél is a professional dancer, very very graceful but also a bit of a showoff. The woman is much more patient and friendly, whereas Angél is very strict. But it´s an absolute joy to dance with him, as he makes it very easy. I danced with Bernardo, my German classmate. He can dance really well also, so I just have to follow and dance. Salsa is, like all Latin American dances, very macho, and the man leads the woman, which, in the beginning, was very hard for me! After one hour of salsa, I was, pardon the expression, sweating like a pig and needed to go home to freshen up a bit and lie in front of the fan for about half an hour... Especially as Bernardo enjoys making me do complicated turns constantly, which is exhausting. I had a bit of a rest and then had dinner. Ivon had made me tortilla, omelette, with cheese and onion, rice and beans, avocado and a little banana. Jummie. Comments
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