Viva la Salsa

As I sat reading a Jane Austen novel on my terrace, chugging coffee and praying I would have the energy to make it through the party last night I realized that I was closer to being a middle aged librarian than a 23 year old in Spain. Not that this is any front page news. This I have known for quite some time. And when I showed up at the party and stood next to the gorgeous Spanish women in short, skin tight dresses and full make up, compared with my barely there eye shadow and knee length sun dress, my worse fears were confirmed. But no worries, this party was delightfully Spanish and I was soon salsa dancing all my worries away! The people I was dancing with knew I couldn't speak Spanish but didn't seem to mind. You see I went with Alice, Celia, Perine, Theo and Francois, the french friends here. They were invited by Fernando who said any friend of theirs was a friend of his so I could come too. And because any friend of Fernando was a friend of the entire 200 people at the party, I was by association a friend to EVERYONE. By the end of the night I had spoken almost no English and so much broken Spanish and French that I almost forgot to think in English. So I did my generation proud after all. I stayed up til four in the morning at a house party in Spain salsa dancing.


Oh and the party was invite only and had a bouncer in a suit at the families gate checking people in. There was a pool and candles everywhere, a full bar with anything you could possibly dream of, a huge dance.  floor with smoke and laser lights and all in this guys house. It was too amazing! But I haventt much time so I am out Tomorrow, we explore the island and see the volcano.