The intermediate International Folk Dance class meets on Tuesdays and Marilyn Smith, the folk dance teacher, snapped this photo on Mardi Gras. We are in Monroe Hall, enjoying its nice wood floor. The class is pretty big — about 35 show up every Tuesday at 7 pm to learn a new dance. I find it very challenging mentally and physically, but I want to have some “dance vocabulary” for the Rhone folk dancing trip in June.
Ulla, Betty, Joe Tenn, Genie
After an eventful hike on a very steep and slippery hillside where Rich G. tripped and fell, popping out one of his hearing aids, we gave up the search for the errant aid and clambered back up the hill for a tasty lunch chez Bob. Eva warmly greeted us even though both her hands were bandaged from recent medical procedures, and we feasted on Jason’s tri-tip and Betty’s baked ziti. My quinoa experiment was a disappointment better forgotten.
Joe Tenn brought a portobella mushroom galatte and Ulla graced us with robust oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies.