Just dancing in the rain. What a wonderful feeling, in Mexico again.
Light rain directed the evening strollers to the protection of the porticoes surrounding Tlaxcala's Zocalo. Sounds of live music drew us out of the congestion, towards the center of the plaza, where, a few brave souls, some holding umbrellas, were dancing to the rhythms of the state band. Without hesitation, we joined in. When the band paused between numbers, I shouted my suggestion, "Danzon". We were delighted to hear the opening notes of a favorite Danzon melody. Ignoring the damp T-shirts and slippery flip-plops, we immersed ourselves in the music and movement..
After three days of travel, and another three days of beach in Mazatlan, it was the sheer joy of the dance, that happily established that we are back in Mexico.
I am impressed to see how important dance became to you.
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