I love to dance and always have. But I like to joke that in Canada there are usually two requirements for dancing. It's always dark. And there is usually a bit of alcohol. It smoothes the edges . . .
In Latin America darkness and alcohol are not required. I can't tell you how many times spontaneous daytime dancing has erupted around us much to Michael's dismay. He'd rather wax his legs (and they are hairy!) than be forced to dance in the afternoon sun!
But even with my own love of dancing, walking into a Reggaton class at nine in the morning surrounded by Latinos in a brightly lit room isn't easy. In moments like these I'm reminded of just how Canadian I am. I swear that my hips don't move in certain directions!
Reggaeton is great for the core. It's all about control. As I look around the room nobody can stand still even between sets and shouts of "100% actitud!" and "floja te" meaning "100% attitude" and "keep it loose!" float around the room. It's good fun.
I'm no Latin mamacita but I am trying. I screw up a lot. And I'm laughing. ✿ Micheline