Dance Lessons?

OK, so a couple of weeks ago I started having lunch with Ines and Rosibel at a different office here in Liberia. They work for a newspaper called El Independiente which is actually owned by the same person who owns The Journal. The used to be in the office where I´m at not but have subsequently moved on a couple blocks away. Ines brings me a home made lunch from her mother, who sells baked food and I buy of course, and we usually just have lunch together. I bring a drink, juice or Coca-Cola, and the lunch is always good and cheaper than if I were to get the same food at a restaurant. We always have a good time and it definitely beats eating alone.

Ines is taking an English class and so I help her and she helps me with my Spanish. Pretty cool. She is incredibly nice and chatty and funny and today she decided she was going to teach me how to dance. It was pretty comical that´s for sure. I wish I had recorded it and could post it for you all to see because I´m sure you´d be on the floor laughing. I learned the steps okay but could only do them for a little while before I goofed up. I blame it partly on the cultural difference that Americans don´t dance and on my genes because for some reason my muscles are always tense. Even when I´m fully relaxed I´m still stiff as a board and when it comes to dancing I have no rhythm. This has always baffled me because I am athletic and play soccer in which you obviously use your feet. I think of course, that my footwork should be better but apparently being sporty does not necessarily transfer over to being a good dancer. I am determined to practice and will get better (though that still doesn´t mean I will be good).