My son and I are leaving our small town in southeastern United States to live for a year in a small town in southeastern France. It couldn't possibly be THAT different, right?
Sunday, February 26, 2012
I left Jed at his friend Mattéo's house for a while this afternoon to go shake my booty at a zumba class. I have looked and looked, and there are no classes that meet on a regular basis, but the Association Tempo Soleil does offer "workshops" every other month or so. Our teacher today was from Brazil, and her workshop was not so much a zumba class as it was a Latin dance class. We salsa-ed and samba-ed for about two hours, and I left drenched but refreshed. I GUESS that I am now ready to face the little darlings at school tomorrow.