Salsa dancing and Mountain climbing

Hello you beautiful beings!
First of all, I just want to let all of you guys know that I will be leaving Cuzco this upcoming Friday and going to the Dominican Republic for some TLC. Now, on to the interesting stuff!

I finally got to experience some of Cuzco's nightlife. On Thursday and Friday nights of the last week, a group of friends and I went out to a club called Mythology. Mythology's main selling point is that it offers free Salsa and Bachata dance classes every night from 9- 11. This means that we all had a lot of fun, even though the hard core party- goers were adamant that it was not a "real club". The point is, I actually went out at night and had a great time! Yaaay me! I also made some new friends and danced with some random men-- which is not as creepy as it seems, I promise. In this particular club, sometimes the teachers (or just good male dancers) scope out the girls who are dancing in order to help them get better. I can honestly say that even though I was pretty bad, everything was really, really fun, and I am glad to have had the opportunity to expereince a different facet of Peruvian culture before leaving the country.

The other interesting thing that happened was today. We went off on a long excursion to Rainbow Mountain. *cue Charlie the unicorn annoyingness* The point is, I just finished one of the most strenuous and exhausting things of my entire life. The trek is up there with my two black belt testings and 42nd Street. I mean, dang! The walk was so long, I thought it was over ten times before it was. Not to mention the fact that my legs were jelly by the time I finally reached the top (about a half- hour after the rest of my group). However, all the hard work aside, the view was worth it. I mean the climb was all the battle, and seeing the amazing colors spread out on the mountains around us, complimented nicely by snow was totally worth it. Miley Cyrus, eat your heart out! I can honestly say that i never need to do that again, but having the experience means that I can truly appreciate a struggle leading up to something of great beauty. (I'm not sure why, but now I'm thinking of birth. Just me? Kay, moving on.)

Every experience I have had on my travels has inspired me in some way or made me think differently from the norm, which is what this is all about, right?
Love you all,
Elena Giselle