direction . . .
she turned,
she always
seemed to face
toward heaven
when she danced.
When I was in Mexico I learned just how sensual dancing could be.
I signed up for a Latin Dance Aerobic class at the local gym in Ajijic. When I arrived the room was filled from wall to wall with Latina women of all ages, shapes, & sizes, plus a handful of American's (women & men). It looked like all the women from the entire village must have been there! It was packed almost shoulder to shoulder. When the music began, the instructor worked her way toward the front of the room. She was fit and quite sexy in her workout attire. She struck a pose, and began to move her hips. The rest of the room followed her cues. At first I had to really concentrate on the moves so that I wasn't running into the women around me. Once I started to get the hang of it I started to relax and get into it. I started to watch some of the other women (and young girls) move and shake with more and more attitude as the class progressed. I'm talking these women really let their hair down! It was their one hour of "Freedom" three days a week. Nothing else seemed to matter during that time. They all danced as if they were the most sensual, beautiful women on Earth. They were Dance Goddesses! I began to laugh with joy. These women were normally so plain, quiet, and almost unseen. But not there! There, each and every last one of them was the center of attention. Even if only in their own minds. I loved it. It was one of the best aerobic workout classes I had ever taken. I was soaking wet when I left the building
I immediately went home and knocked out this painting titled, “Latina Baila”.
(Female Latin Dancer)
I signed up for a Latin Dance Aerobic class at the local gym in Ajijic. When I arrived the room was filled from wall to wall with Latina women of all ages, shapes, & sizes, plus a handful of American's (women & men). It looked like all the women from the entire village must have been there! It was packed almost shoulder to shoulder. When the music began, the instructor worked her way toward the front of the room. She was fit and quite sexy in her workout attire. She struck a pose, and began to move her hips. The rest of the room followed her cues. At first I had to really concentrate on the moves so that I wasn't running into the women around me. Once I started to get the hang of it I started to relax and get into it. I started to watch some of the other women (and young girls) move and shake with more and more attitude as the class progressed. I'm talking these women really let their hair down! It was their one hour of "Freedom" three days a week. Nothing else seemed to matter during that time. They all danced as if they were the most sensual, beautiful women on Earth. They were Dance Goddesses! I began to laugh with joy. These women were normally so plain, quiet, and almost unseen. But not there! There, each and every last one of them was the center of attention. Even if only in their own minds. I loved it. It was one of the best aerobic workout classes I had ever taken. I was soaking wet when I left the building
I immediately went home and knocked out this painting titled, “Latina Baila”.
(Female Latin Dancer)
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