Viva los Spice Girls!

Our dance teacher, Ivan, was stung by like a hundred bees on the beach somewhere and had to go to the hospital the other day. He came back to class today though and our test is next class. We're learning the bachatta, marangue, salsa and cumbio. He's the funnest teacher, he speaks no English and hes allways yelling mas sexy!

Carmen the house keeper is driving me crazy! She yells my name over and over until I get into the room even when I say I'm coming. Then she'll stare me down the entire time I eat. Creeper.

On my way home from my run this dad playfully smacked his sons butt. The kid looked about 9 but he started yelling profanities at his dad. The he cried and ran away. It was priceless.

I went to go watch my brother dance but we missed him. We got to watch other dances though.

Then we went to Encuentros for Jack's birthday. By the time we got there everyone was horribly singing karaoke.

Then when I went to leave my dad pulled up with my uncle and my sister-ish person. He insisted on Megan singing karaoke so she did. The he tried to by us drinks but I told him I had a test tomorrow. Which I do so I need to study but it was still funny. My dad is crazy.