Salsa

I have two left feet. Anyone who knows me well enough (or has seen me in a nocturnal situation) should know this. So why, two nights ago, did I find myself in Candela, a salsa club in the centre of Oaxaca. Who knows? I certainly didn't. A few beers and a bit of coercing I guess. A certain girl put her faith in my attempts to dance and I'm sure she was being nice but said I was definitely improving. So as of tomorrow, instead of electing to do weaving for my cultural activity at school- I'm doing salsa. I know a few people that would pay money to see me dance, but this is a "when in Rome" moment and I can't see it happening again. Wish me luck!