Wednesday: Barring the last couple times I've gotten to see Sam, I can't remember the last time I felt this elated. It's like this well of enthusiasm and enjoyment opened up and keeps bubbling, gushing out even though I left the club almost as long ago as I was there. Yes, dancing has always been one of my favorite hobbies, but I haven't danced in ages due mainly to time constraints. But here, I have so much free time, and the salsa lessons were free. Free! Salsa! I'm always up to try a new kind of dance and thankfully a couple of my new friends (Nina - Germany, Soph - Australia) were too. And now, I'm home, and showered, and in bed, and so very tired! But I can't stop smiling! I can't wait to go back!
Thursday: After thinking all day about how I excited I was to go dance I was a split second away from not going. It started when Soph wasn't feeling good and decided to go home. Nina and I went and ate a leisurely dinner together which consisted mainly of cheese, but finished a good half hour before the dance started. We walked as slowly as we could while still maintaining some type of body heat, then stood in the plaza for 10 minutes waiting for the doors to open. We felt cold and very awkward and had both just looked at each other and said, "I think I'll just go home," when one of the instructors happened to walk by. He somehow remembered us - tho neither of us remembered talking or dancing with him - and politely asked, "Oh! Are you coming in to dance?" We hmm-ed and haw-ed and pretended that we couldn't speak Spanish, until I managed to say something like, "Oh, we were just talking about it..."
Needless to say, we went. We were the only ones there, and since the instructors get paid to teach, Nina and I each got ourselves an hour long, free, private salsa lesson. I'll take it!
Naturally, I feel intimidated. These guys are professionals, I've spent less than 2 hours of my life salsa dancing. But, no worries. Not sure about Nina's partner, Francesco, but my instructor, Americo, was one of the best leads/partners I have ever encountered. The club, Methodology, is unusual in that there are always more guys than girls and if I want to dance all I have to do is not be sitting in a corner and say yes. Most of the guys are patient and helpful, and all three of us already feel like we'll be pros in a few weeks... (Yea, right.) But really, we've all dancind enough before that we make fair partners if not amazing.
And we just can't get enough!
The do it every night, and so far we've gone back every night.
Friday: Last night when the music switched to some sort of stupid poppy crap at 11 like it always does, we hung around for a while. I can't say I enjoyed it much. It got a bit better when someone bought me a drink: rum, vodka, and coke. It was actually quite good. I wanted another one. (I actually got another one, but that's beside the point.)
Methodology is actually the first club I've ever spent any time in. It's a very new experience for me, and not like I'd expected. I actually enjoy it quite a bit, tho when the lights go down and the party tunes start up I just want to bolt.
I'm not sure why it takes travelling to push me to do things I won't do in the States. Maybe it's the fact that I can pretend I can't talk to anyone. Maybe it's that in 6 weeks I'll never see any of these people again. Maybe it's that I'm already somewhat uncomfortable all of the time, so another potentially uncomfortable experience really doesn't mean much. Maybe it's that I have more time. Maybe it's that I have different friends.
But whatever it is, I'm glad for it. So here's to many more nights of dancing and many new experiences!
Thursday: After thinking all day about how I excited I was to go dance I was a split second away from not going. It started when Soph wasn't feeling good and decided to go home. Nina and I went and ate a leisurely dinner together which consisted mainly of cheese, but finished a good half hour before the dance started. We walked as slowly as we could while still maintaining some type of body heat, then stood in the plaza for 10 minutes waiting for the doors to open. We felt cold and very awkward and had both just looked at each other and said, "I think I'll just go home," when one of the instructors happened to walk by. He somehow remembered us - tho neither of us remembered talking or dancing with him - and politely asked, "Oh! Are you coming in to dance?" We hmm-ed and haw-ed and pretended that we couldn't speak Spanish, until I managed to say something like, "Oh, we were just talking about it..."
Needless to say, we went. We were the only ones there, and since the instructors get paid to teach, Nina and I each got ourselves an hour long, free, private salsa lesson. I'll take it!
Naturally, I feel intimidated. These guys are professionals, I've spent less than 2 hours of my life salsa dancing. But, no worries. Not sure about Nina's partner, Francesco, but my instructor, Americo, was one of the best leads/partners I have ever encountered. The club, Methodology, is unusual in that there are always more guys than girls and if I want to dance all I have to do is not be sitting in a corner and say yes. Most of the guys are patient and helpful, and all three of us already feel like we'll be pros in a few weeks... (Yea, right.) But really, we've all dancind enough before that we make fair partners if not amazing.
And we just can't get enough!
The do it every night, and so far we've gone back every night.
Friday: Last night when the music switched to some sort of stupid poppy crap at 11 like it always does, we hung around for a while. I can't say I enjoyed it much. It got a bit better when someone bought me a drink: rum, vodka, and coke. It was actually quite good. I wanted another one. (I actually got another one, but that's beside the point.)
Methodology is actually the first club I've ever spent any time in. It's a very new experience for me, and not like I'd expected. I actually enjoy it quite a bit, tho when the lights go down and the party tunes start up I just want to bolt.
I'm not sure why it takes travelling to push me to do things I won't do in the States. Maybe it's the fact that I can pretend I can't talk to anyone. Maybe it's that in 6 weeks I'll never see any of these people again. Maybe it's that I'm already somewhat uncomfortable all of the time, so another potentially uncomfortable experience really doesn't mean much. Maybe it's that I have more time. Maybe it's that I have different friends.
But whatever it is, I'm glad for it. So here's to many more nights of dancing and many new experiences!
I'm kind of in awe and inspired. I think I might die if I went to a club. But we might just have to put this on the list of places to visit when I come.... =0
ReplyDeleteOh, you are SO coming clubbing with me. Not, even, a, question!
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