While I was eating my breakfast...

....I experienced my first mini-earthquake!
Ok, so it was more like an aftershock..of an earthquake that occurred yesterday in the south of Peru. But still! It's hard to describe what it felt like exactly, but I literally felt and saw the whole kitchen sway from side to side. At first I was convinced the washing machine had exploded and deregulated the natural order of things. Then I heard my peruvian mama's "Terremoto!!!" and realized what it really was and I got all excited for some reason, I guess because it was my first earthquake.

(The earthquake that hit the south of Peru yesterday was of magnitude 6.0 but no damaged material or victims had been reported)


On a completely different note, last night a few of us decided it was time to try out the local gym that's just by where we work. It's called Safari Gym and its walls are covered with tacky posters of body builders in leopard prints. We arrived in time for a class called "baile", and had no idea what to expect, only that it was probably going to be quite funny. Which it definitely was! The prof was some kind of male flamboyant diva queen that was completely in his own world - just started dancing and we all had to follow the moves. Most of the people were middle aged women, minus a few girls that looked our age and a couple of men that fit right in since they danced quite femininely. The prof didn't bother explaining the steps, so we were struggling to keep up with his twirls and booty shakes and slightly suggestive moves, with year 2000 J-Lopez songs as a soundtrack. It was hilarious, especially the looks we were getting from the other women - who were probably wondering what the hell us 3 non-peruvian stiff as a board girls were doing there. I'll definitely be going again!