In Swaziland, there was a sleepy hot spring: tucked under trees, a short walk from the road into the bush. In South Africa, there was Warmbaths: the size of a football field, banked with waterslides, blasted with announcements in Afrikaans, and packed— standing-room-only—with pot-bellied men smoking, and perfectly-coiffed women in make-up and drop-dead earrings.
Delicious visual
Great songs
I am practicing the dance …alone
Awww, so sweet! Maybe we can both tune in and I'll dance with you.
And everything's done in a group .... that kills me !
Excellent poem. Icky pool.
hahaha
I can see us offering dance lessons just like this at the new Community Center. I'm in!
I'll be there! (back row)
learning something new every week!
This week, the dance!
Drop dead earrings . An unfortunate phrase