BAILAR!

Blog Fans- I have SO much to catch you up on after the study Trip in Tarragona. Grade: B+

But first, while its fresh in my mind, last night’s wild adventures at salsa class.

Last week Maria and Tracy stumbled upon this hole in the wall bar that offered salsa lessons on Sunday nights. It’s a pretty ingenious set up, really. For two hours the bar (owned by 3 Jordi’s—HAS to be the most common name in Catalan) serves very cheap drinks, to get the crowd loose for the salsa instructor.

Gianfranco teaches the salsa. He’s probably 24. He was born in Venezuela and has been living in Europe his whole life; he’s currently a student. Maria, Tracy, Gianfranco and I were fast friends. Actually, last Sunday they warned him about me. APPARENTLY everyone thought they’d have a real laugh at my salsa dancing ability but noooo siree. In the class of us three Americans and two women from Rome, I was definitely one of the fastest feet (like fastest hands in the West). If Maria and Tracy wanted me to come to Salsa for laughable entertainment, they were sorely disappointed. I have found my newest talent!

I learned the steps. Gianfranco stands in front and the women line up and mimic him. Women only this week, next week we can try to recruit men. Each week I'm available I will return and add some more pizzazz to my nearly flawless moves.

I had a sleepover at Tracy and Maria’s because we ended up staying til closing and they live just across the street. I had a friend request waiting from Gianfranco. This is the start of a weekly activity.

Add Sunday night salsa lessons to my list of Spain favorites