Ojalá

Attempts at dancing thwarted once again!

Typical of the Spanish, that the one Thursday we get our butts to a club for free salsa lessons, they don’t have them. But next week.

Got all dressed up, wore heels, and took a taxi out to Egypt to talk to people outside of the club. Oh but it was a very nice outside. There was the guy we thought was Spanish, but he actually turned out to be American. There were the Spaniards who thought we couldn’t understand them, but they were very keen on getting us to go to another club with them. An offer which we declined. And then there were the English folk (and one German) who we walked with half of the way home. They were highly amusing and friendly with their “American” accents and funny words. Then we stopped for helado, my two new friends and I, because there are places for coffee and ice cream here that are open past 10:00. Still wasn't out til 5. But there's time for that.

Maybe tonight. ;-)