6/19. Oh no, I can't salsa dance. But that Russian over there can...

School was school today. Elena was in a good mood, despite the class’ inability to remember how to say berry in Russian, so things moved by pretty quickly.

Originally I was planning on going to the Hermitage at 3 with whoever wanted to join me. That idea was poo-poo’d and I was told coming to lunch would be better. It was originally supposed to be just a few people, but it turned into an outing of 7 obviously foreign people. I met someone new at lunch, which is always nice, so that redeemed the spectacle we made of ourselves wandering about. His name is “Zagoo” (spelling?) and he’s from Turkey. We finished making plans for the night and Max and I went to use the Internet. He showed me pictures of his girlfriend and I showed him pictures of my boyfriend, we laughed, he cursed my computer’s lack of firefox, and we left to go back to our respectable abodes. His host family lives 2 ½ hours from the island, so I was sort of guessing that unless he was really exited about going out that night, we wouldn’t be seeing him until next week.

The plan for the evening was to meet at Moscowvskaya metro station at 11 and go to a Latin club Diana and her roommate usually went to on the weekends. I recommended we exchange some phone numbers, but that was deemed unnecessary. Greg and I found each other at the station at about 11:15 and waited for other people to show up. I got a call from Kavin, the precious Canadian, that him and Alejandro were on their way, but needed to stop in an internet café for 10 minutes. Greg is used to “on time” being 15 minutes before the requested time, and I’m generally an on time person, so waiting around for an hour was a little hard for us to understand. By midnight, the group had gathered. It was Greg and myself plus Diana, her roommate Anna, Kavin, and Alejandro. The club was nice, even though I’m not used to nor will I ever be to smoke being everywhere. After about an hour we snagged a nice big table, where a few people were always sitting while the rest of us were dancing. I think my favorite part about the whole night was dancing with/watching Kavin dance. The man doesn’t have the most graceful moves, but you can tell he thoroughly enjoys shaking about. Not cha-cha-ing or moving to a beat, but shaking haha. Diana and I were the only girls (her roommate was meeting her boyfriend) so her and I took turns dancing with everyone. My salsa dancing is a joke, P.S, but it was still a great night.