Our daughter Laura left on Monday after two weeks with us. Our usual schedule (rut perhaps) was drastically altered. She was eager to be doing things and I was happy to join her. We went on excursions, checked out the nightlife and stayed up late watching old movies on TV.
Laura took some dance lessons at Salsa Caribe, a nearby dance school. The teachers there encouraged her to check out the local dance club. It is on the main street of town at the corner of our little street. We’ve heard the music nightly since we arrived but never seen it in action.
She and I went out at 10:PM, the music was blasting and there were several couples dancing, a few others at the ubiquitous plastic tables and chairs scattered about the cavernous room. As we watched, the room slowly filled. Laura held her own doing the Salsa, the Merengue, and the Bachata with several different partners. At least that’s what she said the dances were, they looked the same to me.
By the time we left at 11:30 the room was packed and things were just getting started. Back in our apartment, we heard the music until long after 3:AM
A night or two later Laura was able to practice her Salsa again with the husband of a British woman I met here. It looks like fun.
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