dance, dance

My friend S3 belongs to a gym in Zamalek, and thanks to an offer to try a free class, she brought N and I along to a dance class last night to see the gym and think about joining. Our friend C was also there.

I am telling you, there is nothing more intimidating to someone as rhythmically-challenged as me than getting ready to go to a dance class with a roomful of women who have bellydancing in their national culture.

Luckily, it was not so much dance and more just basic movement, and there were other rhythm-less foreigners so I was not the only one flailing in the back. It ended up being a lot of fun and I am kind of thinking about the joining the gym now...