Boy, do I not know how to dance. Luckily, Caitlin and I met these two very nice guys (one French engineer, Jean-Baptiste, the other Argentinian, Miguel Antonio) who didn't mind, danced with us anyway, and joked around with us. I didn't remember how grody Spain Spanish is until I got to talking to the guy from southern America. Beautiful, crisp, understandable Spanish that made me want to cry. Ah. I miss Mexico.
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