Doing Things I'm Bad At :)
My most recent salsa class made two things piercingly clear:
I can officially understand enough Spanish to know when someone is making fun of me, and
I inhabit the least-coordinated body in all of Scandinavia (which is, I’ll remind you, probably the whitest place in the world)
I’m so serious–I look like somebody’s papaw post-knee surgery out there. There i…