It was a lazy Sunday in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Kaley and I laced up our tennis shoes ready for a relaxing run through the city.
It was hot. The air was thick, my shirt was drenched and my hair was fighting for freedom from a tightly bound rubber band.
We ran along cobbled streets, dominating renaissance buildings, trotting puppies and people strolling arm and arm.
Our destination together was a large park—from there we part ways—both being the independent type we blaze our own running path.
I take off towards the Botanicals and quickly become lost in my thoughts. Suddenly I hear a familiar “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” I jolt to the present, my pace quickens to a dead run.
1970’s…
Bee Gees?
Staying Alive!
ENGLISH!!!!!
I DART and SWERVE in and out of people desperately seeking Bee Gees! And English! I have missed understanding—comprehending and COMMUNICATING! I just want to belong again!
Around the corner, through a crowd and side stepping dog poop, I saw it! A STAGE! In the middle of a street? With a man in tight spandex, snapping his fingers up, down, up, down, pointing front, back and KICK!
Women huffing and puffing danced in front of the stage trying desperately to follow his every direction.
The answer is Yes! There is Jazzercise in Argentina!
I jump right in! Hopping, spinning, clapping, kick right, left and damn it, I am good! So good that my spandex teacher says something in Spanish over his Madonna microphone and I’m pretty sure it would translate to “You go girl!”
So I’m swinging my hands, feeling my groove. I leap right and JAZZ HAND. I leap left and thwack! I ACCIDENTALLY slap the lady next to me in face! Damn that out of control jazz hand.
Less then 30 seconds later she sat down on the nearby curb.
I think she was just tired.
Others have differing opinions but they weren’t there, were they?!
I shook my body for another 20 minutes, waved thank you to my spandex laden teacher and ran off to find my way home.
I have a smile plastered on my face because THEY HAVE JAZZERCISE IN ARGENTINA and it doesn't get much stranger or awesome then that.
OMG. This disco lady loves it! And I can just see you in there. It's a good movie in my mind. Whenever I need cheering up, I can think of this moment. And if it doesn't work, I'll put spandex on EVERYONE in the scene!
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