A tale of a boy, his trusty digital camera, and a teaching gig in Japan.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Baila al ritmo!
I went salsa dancing up in Yokohama the other night.A couple of girls I know recently began taking lessons up there.You pay about $15 cover, which gets you a free drink and an hour lesson.
Now, I’ve done this both in the US and in Europe, but I wasn’t prepared for the organized warm-up that preceded the lesson.It was just like the warm-up done at my schools before the sports festival, minus the old man calling out stretch positions.Instead, we had one of the salsa instructors leading a bunch of people in tight skirts or dress pants through a routine of knee-bends and the like.I’m glad I didn’t split my pants bending over.That would’ve been embarrassing.