Doing the Salsa in France (April 9th)
Jordan and I spent the daylight hours frequently walking the 20-minute walk back and forth from our hostel to the Old Town (of course, stopping to eat the delicious pastries in the afternoon). Now, I am not complaining about this at all, except for the seemingly “up hill both ways” path you have to take. But when you are in the shadows of the French Alps, who really cares!
Before heading out on the town at night, Jordan, Brett (an Aussie we had met at lunch in the hostel), and I head out for a bite to eat. Brett suggested a place and we obliged. When we had finished our fondue meal, Brett ‘randomly’ got a phone call and took it outside.
One minute passed, three minutes passed, over five minutes passed with no Brett.
Jordan and I looked at each other thinking, “We just got conned into buying a meal for him and he is not coming back!!! Of course someone would offer to go to supper with us, and then leave abruptly without paying the bill. We are DUMB!”
…six minutes pass, no sign of Brett…
We just got conned.
But then! Brett walks right back in the door!
Phew, we all THREE paid our portion of the bill and Jordan and I left relieved.
With the day light hours now gone, it was time to see what nightlife was like in Annecy, France…drum role please…I bet you won’t guess…
…Salsa Dance….
In a Bowling Alley!
Ta-Dah…or is it Strike!
Now, I am not saying that this is the day in and out activities of the night owls in Annecy, but for tonight that is where it was happening.
Jordan and I suck at dancing in general, much less at the Salsa. But we did it any way…sort of.
We went out with Brett from Down Under, Shayla from Central American, and Vanessa from Africa, the latter of the two have been taking Salsa Lessons. I would love to tell you that Jordan and I hit that dance floor and gave a few Salsa Lessons of our own…so I will.
Jordan and I are the best Salsa dancers this side of the Mississippi.
Just a side note: A little after midnight, a Baseball game came on the TVs at the Bowling Alley…I guess Soccer was over…and Baseball my American friends, makes one miss home.
Go Cubbies!
Back to the story: If you are thinking our Salsa dancing wore us out, you are wrong because off to a different bar to do more Salsa dancing. Surprise awaited us though as we walked in the door to find American Flags hung everywhere to decorate for the bar’s American West Theme Party!!
Evidently, according to the French, in the West you wear Sombreros and listen to American Pop music all night long! Ole!
Oh what a night in Annecy, France…the American West of Europe.
John Wayne would be proud of us Iowa boys.
Before heading out on the town at night, Jordan, Brett (an Aussie we had met at lunch in the hostel), and I head out for a bite to eat. Brett suggested a place and we obliged. When we had finished our fondue meal, Brett ‘randomly’ got a phone call and took it outside.
One minute passed, three minutes passed, over five minutes passed with no Brett.
Jordan and I looked at each other thinking, “We just got conned into buying a meal for him and he is not coming back!!! Of course someone would offer to go to supper with us, and then leave abruptly without paying the bill. We are DUMB!”
…six minutes pass, no sign of Brett…
We just got conned.
But then! Brett walks right back in the door!
Phew, we all THREE paid our portion of the bill and Jordan and I left relieved.
With the day light hours now gone, it was time to see what nightlife was like in Annecy, France…drum role please…I bet you won’t guess…
…Salsa Dance….
In a Bowling Alley!
Ta-Dah…or is it Strike!
Now, I am not saying that this is the day in and out activities of the night owls in Annecy, but for tonight that is where it was happening.
Jordan and I suck at dancing in general, much less at the Salsa. But we did it any way…sort of.
We went out with Brett from Down Under, Shayla from Central American, and Vanessa from Africa, the latter of the two have been taking Salsa Lessons. I would love to tell you that Jordan and I hit that dance floor and gave a few Salsa Lessons of our own…so I will.
Jordan and I are the best Salsa dancers this side of the Mississippi.
Just a side note: A little after midnight, a Baseball game came on the TVs at the Bowling Alley…I guess Soccer was over…and Baseball my American friends, makes one miss home.
Go Cubbies!
Back to the story: If you are thinking our Salsa dancing wore us out, you are wrong because off to a different bar to do more Salsa dancing. Surprise awaited us though as we walked in the door to find American Flags hung everywhere to decorate for the bar’s American West Theme Party!!
Evidently, according to the French, in the West you wear Sombreros and listen to American Pop music all night long! Ole!
Oh what a night in Annecy, France…the American West of Europe.
John Wayne would be proud of us Iowa boys.
posted by jordan @ 4:10 PM
2 Comments
2 Comments:
You guys rock (and roll)...but your efforts at the Salsa are to be commended. And I thought it was something to eat!
Research_guy disguised as Mama
Psh, you call nearly getting stuck with a meal tab a con? The French may be alright, but nobody cons like the Italians (this is not an Italian job reference, it's a plasma tv reference, damn it all!)
You need to come take some salsa lessons in IC. We for some reason have the really great salsa instructor just hanging around giving free lessons.
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