Yesterday there was a big García family reunion, I did not know this was happening so it struck me like a pleasant surprise. There are a million cousins and the gathering reminded me of some other family I know...
Afterwards I went to the bars with Dani, Juli, and their infinite cousins. We started off at Olé Olé, a bar with a blocked off street outside that you could stand on. Also, here's a quick fact, there are no open container laws in Costa Rica. But if you try to leave with a glass bottle they make you pour it into a plastic cup. As with most of Latin America they keep all bottles and send them back to the factory- totally recycling, lo cual me gusta.
We ultimately made it to a disco (do NOT say discoteca, nobody says that, and apparently a teca is also a tree.) The floor was white with a big black square which designated the dance floor. It was like lava tag, not a single person would go on the black, they just kind of stood around it and semi-danced, stopping to make sure they didn't look stupid.
But then the craziest thing happened. The DJ played 15 minutes of Salsa music. At first everyone rolled their eyes, but more and more people began to pair up and dance. It was nuts, they were getting all fancy (and somewhat bravisimo). Everyone knew how to salsa, like they learned that in gym class instead of the lame linedancing we learned in 3rd grade.
And here is the craziest of crazies, after the salsa stopped, so did the dancing. And black became lava otra vez.
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