Uno, dos, tres, pausa, cinco, seis, siete, pausa

impossible happened. I started to learn how to dance. I have never been very much into dancing (lot of people can prove that...) and even the simple waltz was difficult for me. But here I realized, that I will have to do something with it. Here everyone likes dancing, which gets me into not perfect situation. And then one of my friends asked me, if I want to go with him to salsa lessons, which are in place very close to my house. I was not sure for a while, but then I decided to try it - it might help me to survive here and it might be beneficial in future to know how to dance salsa. And anyway I have to find some regular activities out of AIESEC...

It isn't time-limited course, you just come on Thursday evening, pay 3$ and join the group based on your skills. There are three levels, I of course went to the first one, where we were learning the basic steps and basic rounds. It looked pretty easy and I got the rhythm very fast, but then after 60 minutes, there was 15 minutes break and they played normal salsa music (not just the rhythm) and all the people could practice, what they learned. I felt like mentally disabled person - I didn't hear rhythm within the music and when I saw the people dancing, it looked totally different and totally difficult. On the other hand, what could I expect after one hour of learning salsa. But anyway my ego was hurt a lot.

The lesson takes 3,5 hours, which was for me a little bit more, than I was able to manage - I was leaving totally exhausted, tired, my legs hurt more than after jogging and my shirt was totally wet. But I had decided to come again next week, to see, if I remember anything. And I did. I felt much better, I remembered most of the steps I was taught and I also started slowly to get the rhythm also when they played normal salsa. And after 2 hours the instructor told me, that next week I can go to the second group - I felt so proud. Of course - not for long time. Yesterday I went there third time and went to the second (intermediate) group. And of course - the feeling of frustration and some mental disease came back. We will see next week.

I also found my picture on their webpage (www.talleresdesalsa.com). If you think I look like I am being tortured, the picture is from my first visit there and it has been taken almost at the end of the lesson.