So anyway, I got out there, not knowing what to expect. Once the music started, I danced my heart out. The time just flew by. I sweat like a pig, but left invigorated.
I was surprised how quickly Latin dance came back to me.
Did I mention that before I married my Bulgarian ball and chain, I dated a guy from Cuba? Oh, yeah, and one from Puerto Rico, and one from Columbia, and I had a semi-long term relationship with a Peruvian-born marine. (A year was long term in my single days.) So you see, Zumba was easy for me because I had a lot of prior experience with Latin dancing.
Anyway, for one and a half glorious hours, I danced, toned, burned 1200 calories, and most importantly, had a blast. Viva Zumba! See you later. I gotta go scour the internet for my next fix.