Dancing

Dancing is an activity that requires both certain physical abilities as well as a certain musical awareness.  Despite being quite capable in the first requirement, I am significantly lacking in the second.  While I consider myself to have adequate skills in your typical American-style dancing of swaying and minimally moving your feet, my aptitude for learning any real dance that involves specific steps and moves while following the beat of the music is quite low.  I enjoy attempting to learn new dances, but my efforts are usually rather unsuccessful, as I was reminded of again last night when we went to the club.  Yesterday was my last Saturday here in San Ignacio before my parents come, and since I'll be traveling around for a while after their visit, I decided to take advantage of my last opportunity to go to Troya, the only club in San Ignacio, which is only open on Saturdays. 

I always seem to have good luck that during Carnaval or on Saturdays really cool people who plan to go out are staying at the hostel.  Last night I went out with an Israeli couple, one of the guys from North Carolina, and two of my friends from here.  So my friends from here were trying to teach the rest of us how to dance, and luckily for me the other foreigners found the hip rolling and rapid foot movements to be just as challenging as I did.  After a few shots of tequila though we all magically made significant improvements in our dance skills.

It was another late night for me.  As I got back to the hostel at 6am the girl that was in charge of breakfast was just arriving.

In other news, I have also become quite proficient at lighting the wood-burning water heater that heats the water for the hostel.  I think that has been the event of the week here.