F. C. II
We arrived at the disco about 1am. There was a rueda happening, but it soon quit and we were just in time for the salsa lesson. It was very much like the lesson you gave, Daven and Elena, at the Black's. Except there were ~ 45 chicas and 8 or 10 guys. Anyway, it was a great review for me.
Then the dancing started. In our group, of the 6 women, two were experienced salsa dancers and four were good dancers but new to salsa. Of the 3 guys, one was a very good salsa dancer, then Olivier and I were similar in skill. So I got to give dance instruction as well as English lessons. We danced salsa for about 2:30 or 3am, the usual starting time for the disco, when the music changed to spanish covers of rock and roll, then disco, then on to techno - like, and unknown genres. All with much latin flavor. We all danced pretty much the entire time. The women all wanted to know if I knew the words to the English language songs, and in many cases I'm sure I had been listening to the song since before they were born. The only gray hair in the place was mine. The dance floor was full, but not packed. Beer and sweet wine with ice cubes and occasional hurricaine like fruit drinks were the principle beverages consumed. The argentines apply the yerba mate principle to disco drinking. Someone buys something, then passes it all around. Everyone was smoking cigarettes everywhere, including on the dancefloor. Which is how I got the burn on my elbow.
By about 4:30, the group started to split up leave. Some of them had to be at work the next morning, and Olivier had his Spanish class. I had been having a more difficult time hearing conversation for the last hour, and when we got outside I realized it was because of the tinnitus, ringing in the ears induced by loud music. Those of us remaining walked back to the hostel. I tumbled into bed about 5:30am, tired, smoke suffused, deaf, but feeling well celebrated. CT was pleased I had had such a good time. To be continued, (almost done). SC
Then the dancing started. In our group, of the 6 women, two were experienced salsa dancers and four were good dancers but new to salsa. Of the 3 guys, one was a very good salsa dancer, then Olivier and I were similar in skill. So I got to give dance instruction as well as English lessons. We danced salsa for about 2:30 or 3am, the usual starting time for the disco, when the music changed to spanish covers of rock and roll, then disco, then on to techno - like, and unknown genres. All with much latin flavor. We all danced pretty much the entire time. The women all wanted to know if I knew the words to the English language songs, and in many cases I'm sure I had been listening to the song since before they were born. The only gray hair in the place was mine. The dance floor was full, but not packed. Beer and sweet wine with ice cubes and occasional hurricaine like fruit drinks were the principle beverages consumed. The argentines apply the yerba mate principle to disco drinking. Someone buys something, then passes it all around. Everyone was smoking cigarettes everywhere, including on the dancefloor. Which is how I got the burn on my elbow.
By about 4:30, the group started to split up leave. Some of them had to be at work the next morning, and Olivier had his Spanish class. I had been having a more difficult time hearing conversation for the last hour, and when we got outside I realized it was because of the tinnitus, ringing in the ears induced by loud music. Those of us remaining walked back to the hostel. I tumbled into bed about 5:30am, tired, smoke suffused, deaf, but feeling well celebrated. CT was pleased I had had such a good time. To be continued, (almost done). SC
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