One of my favorite memories from being part of an international youth orchestra during the summer two years ago is not, incidentally, about music. I learned how to dance, to music, with a boy from Mexico. Well, not really a boy, a young man; he was twenty-something, I don't really remember. Unfortunately, I don't remember the dances I learned either. One of them started with an m though I think. But anyway, it was one of the most fun nights I had, different from the rush of performing, but really really fun. Because it was the summer, everyone was outside on a backyard terrace thing, and there was a boombox playing traditional Mexican music, and there was soda, and everybody danced. Everybody knew how to dance too, it was so cool. Apparently in Mexico, they have parties pretty often where people just get together and dance to music for hours. New destination?
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