The Professor and I had our not-so-dirty dancing debut, and it turned out much better than I expected. We got through our Cha cha, Rueda de Casino, and Bachata without falling on our butts, and we managed to remember at least most of the steps, so I'm satisfied that at least we didn't make fools of ourselves. I have a video and photos, but unfortunately they are not mine, and I don't have permission to publish them, so you'll just have to imagine it all in your heads...that's probably best anyway, because, while we didn't screw up, we are just a bunch of amatuers.
One thing is for sure, we didn't look like this (I only wish):
And now, with the show and all our classes behind us, we're at the beach, enjoying a sort of impromptu vacation. We really didn't have any plans for the summer, and I had wishfully been looking at cheap holidays to Ibiza, all the while thinking that we'd probably just end up staying in Pamplona. But my parents-in-law have a beach house in La Antilla, Huelva, and this year they weren't using it, so they encouraged us to take advantage and come down for the month of July.
Needless to say, it didn't take much encouraging...
Catgirl, however, was less than thrilled because coming here meant missing out on San Fermines this year, but we've never had the beach house all to ourselves, so it was an opportunity we couldn't pass up.
It's been breakfast out on the porch every morning, long walks along the beach, and lots of fresh fish ever since. And no need for sweaters or jackets...coming from Pamplona, that's a real treat.
And Canasta. Lot's of Canasta.
To belong to The Professor's family, learning this card game is mandatory...that's one of the first things I found out when I got here, nearly 20 years ago. You really need at least four people to play, and none of our friends play, so we only get the chance when we visit the family, and we usually play for hours when we're at the beach with my parents-in-law. But since they're not here, we had no Canasta partners. So, we decided it was time to initiate the kids in the family tradition. It's not a difficult game, but there's a certain amount of strategy involved, so they were really too young to play before. But this summer we taught them to play, and now they're addicted. Not a day goes by that we don't play a few hands.
And they're getting so good, that I'm thinking they should learn to play Poker. Maybe they can even win us some cash so we can take that trip to Ibiza...