... I could've danced all night.
Before Milena and her friends came to pick me up to go to this Latin American festival, I was kind of nervous. I mean, at first glance, I'd be going to some place unaccessible by public transportation, with a bunch of people I don't know, none of whom speak any of the languages I do, and I had no idea when I'd be getting back home.
So who knew that hardly comprehending a word anyone says all night could be so much fun? Milena's family and friends (there was an entourage of us) are the most welcoming people on the face of the planet. Seriously. If I knew a random foreign chick, I'm not sure I would've asked her to come out with my friends and family, never mind include her completely in the entire night's festivities. I had SO SO much fun, and they were so genuine and happy, how could I not?
We danced all night long. I'm not too shabby with the basic salsa steps (HA) unless you add another person... Andrea, Milena's 17 year old cousin, was convinced he was going to teach me, and he tried (in vain) for a good long while before it hit 2am and we had to leave. It was embarassing to see me trying to let him lead me and not be confident enough to stop staring at his feet haha. Italian (and Latin American, I guess) men actually like to dance- and they're good at it. If I ever have children, they're getting basic dance lessons before they think they don't like it. They'll thank me later.
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