I'm going to start coupling or compiling days in entries in order to catch up, although I'm more than a month behind already...
The days pass by so quickly, again. It's confounding, and worrying, because my memory doesn't reach back that far, and even as I look back on my journal notes they seem superficial, vague, incomprehensible.
Wednesday, June 29
Surprise of the week: Salsa dancing is huge in Oman!
Salsa dancing is apparently a rather big cult in this country, and it's definitely not dominated by the expats. Perhaps because of the Portuguese occupation of Oman years back, but seeing young couples mamboing, salsaing, and zouking it out on the dance floor at Trader Vic's was an awesome sight. There was a band from Cubaa singing and playing, and people are so much fun, having a good time on the dance floor. Adel taught me the basic steps and some moves - my body is so stiff when it comes to allowing myself to be led by people I'm not comfortable dancing with, it's a bit frustrating. Hopefully practice will cure that.
I was flooded with memories of UWC, my high school, that night. The salsa dancing brought back so many memories of the Latinos and of my trip to Guatemala/Mexico after graduation, as well as my nickname Juanita... it was a bittersweet night, but fun regardless.
Shitty camera quality, but some pictures regardless:
The days pass by so quickly, again. It's confounding, and worrying, because my memory doesn't reach back that far, and even as I look back on my journal notes they seem superficial, vague, incomprehensible.
Wednesday, June 29
Surprise of the week: Salsa dancing is huge in Oman!
Salsa dancing is apparently a rather big cult in this country, and it's definitely not dominated by the expats. Perhaps because of the Portuguese occupation of Oman years back, but seeing young couples mamboing, salsaing, and zouking it out on the dance floor at Trader Vic's was an awesome sight. There was a band from Cubaa singing and playing, and people are so much fun, having a good time on the dance floor. Adel taught me the basic steps and some moves - my body is so stiff when it comes to allowing myself to be led by people I'm not comfortable dancing with, it's a bit frustrating. Hopefully practice will cure that.
I was flooded with memories of UWC, my high school, that night. The salsa dancing brought back so many memories of the Latinos and of my trip to Guatemala/Mexico after graduation, as well as my nickname Juanita... it was a bittersweet night, but fun regardless.
Shitty camera quality, but some pictures regardless:
