Inspired by the happy trumpets that emanate from nearly every radio or DVD player (and emboldened by our attempt New Year’s Eve), I signed us up for a salsa class.
Scene: our hotel room this morning
Me (to Husband): “Why don’t you wear your white pants? I signed us up for a salsa class.”
Husband: “Are you sure about the white? What if I spill tomato on them?”
Me: “Do I have a surprise for you.”
Here’s a video of the results after a half hour of instruction. Look out, Cartagena: we’re going clubbing tonight!