Bailando bailar - yo soy un MALCO!

After a frustrating day at the office in which I lost the energy to jump through hoops and had too many diet cokes and my first coffee from Sweet n Coffee (sweet by name, sweet by nature!), causing me to fall unceremoniously of the caffeine rollercoaster at 3pm and lose the ability to understand or communicate in English, let alone Spanish, Helen and I decided to join some other chicas at a dance class. Wow, I have never sweated so much in all my life. My eyes were stinging from the rivers of sweat pouring into them and I wonder if I will ever get the coordination to follow dance moves. We had some Merengue, something else and Salsa. It's strange because I'm a DJ and can dance well if I just hear the music and let my body move, but as soon as I have to follow specific steps, well, I become the most malcoordinated person in the room - Malco, as my little bros (when they were lil') used to say. But I refuse to give up. I will not leave this continent until I can dance to it's music!