Many things came out of my fitness instruction days. A few include lost paychecks, cancelled classes with no notice, worthless interaction wtih the baselessly pompus Mr. Super Tan Manager Man, and a man forcing me to impulsively dance the Salsa with him.
Of these things, few (actually none,) are what I would consider wholly positive…although I guess the Salsa guy was ok. One actual good thing that I can credit to Zumba, besides weight loss, is a friendship with fellow instructor Tara. She co-instructed with me after we finished our training course. She was upbeat, very kind and indesputiably a MA native. In July, she and her boyfriend, Hal (who is Norwegian,) went to Norway for a month, and then on to live in Italy. Specifically, they found an apartment in Florence.
I only saw her for a short visit over Thanksgiving, but soon we'll really have the chance to catch up because I'M GOING TO ITALY! Impulsive nature + excellent fare sale to Rome = that's amore. The Polish Princess and I spent two weeks in Italy post-graudation but I haven't been back since, and without her I have to navigate the trains by myself. This idea is a bit scary to me, but come on, it's not like I have no sense of direction or something.
[crickets]
Hey – that was supposed to be a JOKE! Anyone? Hellloooo...
bravo! speranza vi divertite sulla vostra avventura!
(translation: I <3 Babel Fish!)
Posted by: the polish princess | Friday, 13 January 2006 at 09:14 AM