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08.05.2009 30 °C
while still feeling the pain of our gruelling painful horse ride we got ready for aerobics, our next challenge. but nothing could prepare us for what we were about to experience....
we arrived at the local sports hall to find dozens of saggy middle aged women in lycra bra tops and cycling shorts warming up. then out strode our instructor, greasy locks flowing down to his sweat patchs, his short lycra shorts, pulled up socks and a moustache completing the look.
we started our exersises (stepping side to side really fast) to remixes of eminem, pink and what sounded like titianic. as we lunged and squatted we had views of more than we bargained for, looking around for some reason no one else seemed to find it as amusing as we did. our routines were observed by the local talent who were either playing basket ball, (one of the old men on the team had a least one fake leg) or running around the bleachers.
afterwards we cancelled out our hard work by getting pizza for dinner with our dutch comrades. we went to bed in excruciating pain.
the next day we did our homework and took a trip to town were after much deliberation katie bought some batteries.
we had our lessons after lunch and then rushed our homework before the party (half a glass of wine and some suspect boiled beef sausages), we made our excuses and took a taxi to town for our salsa class, we arrived and as is becoming a trend we were the only people there. we nodded as the instuctor talked at us in spanish, then we took to the floor to show them how we english get down. we learnt salsa, a dance begining with b and a costa rican dance begining with c.
The instructors sons, arrogant Juan and bashful Jose were forced to dance with us against their will by their mother. Katie thought they smelt nice. we danced bare foot, by the end they were black and bleeding. one step further on our quest for total body pain. I feel they were impressed by our moves, well at least thats what we thought they said at the end.
after our class we went for drinks at ladies night at the local bar, after queing for about an hour we recieved our two free, small, cherry margharitas. Juan and Jose arrived at the same bar and promptly ignored us, but we think it was because they were shy.
we came home and went to bed after our wild night at about half 9.
Today, we set the alarm for quarter past 6 as we hadnt done our homework and prepared for our lesson at 8. after the lesson in was boiling so we went to the pool, Katie managed to burn a patch in the shape of america on her thigh. The pool was occupied by the body beautiful club, bronzed pecs glistening in the midday sun. then we came home to prepare for aerobics mark two, we will fill you in asap.
miss you, love, pura vida.