My host dad had been trying for weeks to get me to go salsa dancing. I finally made some time to salsa on Saturday night after a long day at the volley ball courts. I got all dressed to go. Thinking we would end up in a ‘middle aged’ salsa club, I decided that I wasn’t going to bother getting decked out. Me, Martha and Edgar set off. I started to
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So pleased you're having an ace time. I love this journal. Keep writing :-)
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