A little dancing can go a looooong way...

So I stole this from my friend Lindsey's blog.

"Mya and I went to a dance this weekend, and had a lot of fun.

Lets describe the scene. There is a man wearing a suit in the shape of a bull running around shooting fireworks at people. (Not just shooting fireworks, but shooting them AT PEOPLE). Ages of individuals there range from 12 to 75. Older women are wearing clothes made for 13-year-old girls, and dancing like 20-year-old girls. There is an old man sleeping against the fence. The only good-looking men there are police officers who carry guns as tall as me. There is a fight happening between some transvestites and some clowns just outside the entrance. (Yes, it is exactly what I said).

Mya spots the only black man she has seen in 2 months and yells out loud, “Look a black man!” Good thing it was in English so not everyone around us could understand. She spent a good portion of the night trying to talk to him without being awkward. She finally did, and was disappointed because he wasn’t cute and he was just from Panama.

Even though Mya (a tall black girl) and I (the only blond person in hundreds of miles) are completely inconspicuous, we somehow (hmmm…somehow!) got dragged up on stage. The singer is shouting at me in Spanish. I have no idea what he wants, but apparently we were entered into a dance competetion, and we had to dance in front of all 300, 400? people.

The singer is screaming “Para abajo,” or “Get down.” Mya is shaking her butt all the way down to the ground and the crowd is going wild!

The next day we found out there is some sort of video of the gringas shaking our behinds on stage. Hopefully, this does not end up on the internet. But we had a lot of fun, got a free CD, danced a lot, and got to stay out later than 9 for the first time in 2 months. Totally worth it if it does.

After the dance, as we are waiting to be picked up in a death-trap pickup truck owned by Mya’s “dad,” Mya is attracting drunks, men dressed as clowns, and weird people who speak English like moths to the flame. I am trying to contain my laughter, as she gets more and more irritated.

We finally get home around 2 am.

You know in this little town they are going to be talking about the silly gringas who came to the country dance and got video-taped for the next 10 years….always loving to cause a stir."


In short...that was the best night here in El Sal :)

Salu