I just got back from my first ballroom lessons in Europe! I loved it. I was a little worried that I'd forgotten how to dance, but it came back to me quickly. What's weird here though is that there seems to be no social dancing in the world of ballroom (salsa is an entirely different story though). Everyone in the class had a set partner so there was no rotating, If you didn't have a partner, c'est la vie! And there aren't any "socials," but there are "entrennements," which are basically open practice spaces for couples to work on the choreography that they learn in class. I don't know how they learn the concept of leading and following then, since they just learn set steps.
Anyhoo, the first lesson was a samba (yayayay!) and it went at the perfect pace--it was pretty fast, but just fast enough so that it kept me right on my toes without me being lost. And the fact that the class was in French really didn't seem to be much of a problem because I could follow pretty much everything just by observing his movements. This elderly gentleman asked me to be his partner before the class even started, so I figured that getting a partner was pretty important. After the class, he hinted at me being his permanent partner, but his not-so-wonderful body odor and breath made me not so willing.
I escaped, and then found a younger looking boy with super super blue eyes to dance with for the second class, which was a waltz. He was really nice and sweet and FRESH SMELLING, so I wanted him to be my partner, but he said he already had four... alas! That's sad. So I'm not sure what to do about this whole partner situation here. Hmm.
BUT EITHER WAY, I was so happy to dance tonight. I was sweating up a storm and looked super grody. Just the way I like to be!
And salsa tomorrow! Yes!
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