Gawd I love Latin America. They just know how to prioritize all the important things in life. Forget efficient governments, reliable laws and customer service. There is passion, great food, tango, gratuitous shows of affection in public, and hoochierobics.
Hoochierobics!
After last night’s not-so-great Reggaeton classes, I figured Areo Interval would be more, you know, technical. I’d imagined step aerobics with weights and tae-bo and whatever else areo intervals are all about. Thankfully, I was wrong.
It’s like aerobics but sluttier. You mambo, you salsa, you grind your ass right down to the floor. Imagine this and this and this blasting so loud you can’t hear yourself think. There are mirrors and hips and jiggling and sweat. It’s aerobics on crack.
What a great way to spend an hour on a random Tuesday night. Inappropriate dancing, taught by an instructor who inappropriately flirts with the all-female attendees, grinding, sweating, singing and cha-cha-cha-ing all in the name of good health. Amen to Argentinian aerobics classes.
