¡¡Baile!!

Last night Abby and I went to the second day of a new dance class in her town to try it out. Her mom read about it and thought we might like it. It was really fun, we both really enjoyed it, but at 10:00 at night dancing isn't my favorite thing to do. The instructor was the best part. He was this little guy, in his early 20s I would say. He wore a tight black tank top, low riding sweatpants, and a black baseball hat with sunglasses perched on top of the bill (Abby's host mom said he wears those to every class that she has with him, and they never fall off, so they must be sewed onto the hat). He reminded me of Jack on Will and Grace. Before we would start a new round of the dance he was teaching us, he'd do his own little dance to Britney Spears or Janet Jackson, then we'd keep going. He was really nice and talented though, and gave me a good laugh.

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[Anna Rae]

Wow. I'm so jealous of you going on your trip- you need to send me a postcard. And I hate it when people think I'm british and con't understand everything. I'm not and I can. France is overrun with British right now- well, the ski resorts are, its madness. Everytime I snowboard I hear kids whining and crying about how cold they are-- in English. Its amazing.