However, before leaving, we faced the dilemma of what to pack. We agonized over it, and finally decided to forego the almost-mandatory evening dress, rely on us being considered ignorant foreigners, and hope to be forgiven. It was a good decision. We attended an outdoor dance in the Ciudadela Plaza, an evening in Salon Angeles, and another in Salon Romo. In all cases, as the music started, our discomfort faded, and we were absorbed by the rhythm. Despite our travel-wear and Teva sandals, the fashionable dancers around us, greeted us warmly. We even got a few compliments on our dance style, even though those were much fewer than what we get when we are properly dressed.
