Salsa:
1. A spicy sauce of chopped, usually uncooked vegetables or fruit, especially tomatoes, onions, and chili peppers, used as a condiment.
2. Music A popular form of Latin-American dance music, characterized by Afro-Caribbean rhythms, Cuban big-band dance melodies, and elements of jazz and rock.
The first definition is a food group I wish had more presence in my life. The second is what I've been doing with my Thursday nights since coming to Ireland. You may think it is odd to have found Salsa dancing in Ireland. However, this has been a great past time between exercise, dance experience, and pure hilarity of watching Irish people trying to dance.
The basics class began at this club/bar called Daffy's in the city of Limerick. The first night Ernest, Nora, and I made our way down the dark windy streets of Limerick to find this pub next to a dim sum place that smelled amazing. We inquired about the dance class and was pointed at a pretty ominous door that lead outside and down some stairs. We arrived in a much nicer part of the pub to find a group of people learning the basics. It was a fun enough and informative class so we decided to stay on for the duration of the course.
As each week passed I realized how difficult it was to be a woman at this class. The few men in attendance couldn't dance, except for two or so. But, the ironic part is that the women who were taking on the lead/male part couldn't dance either! On the third night we did a very interesting exercise to get used to moving particular parts of body, mainly the hips and knees. It was hilarious seeing people try to move their hips, I'm sorry but the Irish can't dance except step.
Memorable moments of the class:
Sketchy guy who breaths heavily and stares while dancing
Stiff man, the man couldn't bend his knees or keep a beat
Dominque, gay?, black man with moves
Sweaty guy, big guy think pretty boy, Cornell gay
Lady man, couldn't dance and was perhaps a lesbian
Popped collar guy, enough said
Complaining to Brian that we need more able bodied men to dance
Having Oscar show me what real Latin dancing can be like
First experience of dancing with an older man who flung me around the dance floor
Indian guy who questions if I was Irish because I can dance well
Finally moving to nice dance place after Daffy's was closed for "renovations"
Ernest's and Oscars loving stares while playing (music)
The many people who can't keep a beat or move their body
Oscar's compositions at the end of the night
Brian is tall
Kristina is not tall
The music is amazing
I love dancing.....
... the end for now... :)
The first definition is a food group I wish had more presence in my life. The second is what I've been doing with my Thursday nights since coming to Ireland. You may think it is odd to have found Salsa dancing in Ireland. However, this has been a great past time between exercise, dance experience, and pure hilarity of watching Irish people trying to dance.
The basics class began at this club/bar called Daffy's in the city of Limerick. The first night Ernest, Nora, and I made our way down the dark windy streets of Limerick to find this pub next to a dim sum place that smelled amazing. We inquired about the dance class and was pointed at a pretty ominous door that lead outside and down some stairs. We arrived in a much nicer part of the pub to find a group of people learning the basics. It was a fun enough and informative class so we decided to stay on for the duration of the course.
As each week passed I realized how difficult it was to be a woman at this class. The few men in attendance couldn't dance, except for two or so. But, the ironic part is that the women who were taking on the lead/male part couldn't dance either! On the third night we did a very interesting exercise to get used to moving particular parts of body, mainly the hips and knees. It was hilarious seeing people try to move their hips, I'm sorry but the Irish can't dance except step.
Memorable moments of the class:
Sketchy guy who breaths heavily and stares while dancing
Stiff man, the man couldn't bend his knees or keep a beat
Dominque, gay?, black man with moves
Sweaty guy, big guy think pretty boy, Cornell gay
Lady man, couldn't dance and was perhaps a lesbian
Popped collar guy, enough said
Complaining to Brian that we need more able bodied men to dance
Having Oscar show me what real Latin dancing can be like
First experience of dancing with an older man who flung me around the dance floor
Indian guy who questions if I was Irish because I can dance well
Finally moving to nice dance place after Daffy's was closed for "renovations"
Ernest's and Oscars loving stares while playing (music)
The many people who can't keep a beat or move their body
Oscar's compositions at the end of the night
Brian is tall
Kristina is not tall
The music is amazing
I love dancing.....
... the end for now... :)
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...ahem...
update.
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