Dance Dance Revolution

In between meetings with female Mayan entrepreneurs and the professionals who have dedicated their lives to helping these women, we, being the hedonistic American tourists that we are, have found some time for fun! Salsa anyone? Not your cup of tea? Not to worry, this fantabulous city also has reggaeton, ska, meregue, durangense and if that doesn’t float your boat you can do some crazy version of the electric slide to Billy Ray Cyrus’ Achy Breaky Heart, known here are “Mi Pobre Corazon.”
Our adventures on the dance floor quickly revealed our true personalities. Joel, affectionately coined as “the dark horse,” was the trooper of the bunch, dancing until 3 am, outlasting people 10 years his junior! Kayela, with her sex kitten dance moves attracted all kinds, from 5’2” Chiapan men to 5’5” Texan undergrads who watched one too many Rico Suave videos. James, oh James! When he was not busy ducking to avoid the low ceilings, he tried his hand at Salsa, oh wait maybe that was swing. I guess it doesn’t really matter when you’re a 6’4” “gringo” in a town full of 5’4” dancing machines! As for me, let’s just say that my adventures were limited to a 15 minute toe stepping debacle over an awkward exchange of Spanglish. “Me ayudas bailar?” was all I could think to say. Thankfully, the Mexican culture of politeness extends far beyond the workplace. Luckily, our newly discovered talents, or lack there-of, have only brought us closer together. Watch out Haas dance team, here come the Thundercats!