A blue-eyed Spanish ballerina

There must be something in the air at the gym I go to...the following all happened within a 12 hour period.

Monday nights, I go to the gym and do a pilates class. The pilates classes I take in the mornings some days are good, and a good workout, but the Monday night class is my favorite.  It feels like what pilates is supposed to be (or what I think it should/is supposed to be haha), and the instructor is awesome...the first night I went, I was pretty sure within the first few minutes of class that he is a dancer.  I could just tell by the way he carried himself, and I was thrilled.  Within the first 10 minutes, the class makes my muscles shake...I love it :)

Last night after class I was outside waiting for my taxi, and the instructor was waiting for his friend to pick him up.  I was too shy to say anything to him, but after a minute he turned to me and asked "Eres bailarino? Are you a ballerina?"  I told him yes and he told me with a knowing smile, "I thought so."  We started talking about dance, etc. He's an instructor at the National Dance School and told me about that.  Eventually his ride came, but after he left I felt joy and contentment that he had been able to see that I'm a dancer. It's been 5 years now since I've gotten to spend hours upon hours each week dancing, but it's something that will always be a big part of me and it felt great to have him recognize that in me still.

After he left, a guy who works at the gym and was outside started talking to me. He asked if I'm from Spain...I laughed and said no, so he asked if I was Nicaraguan.  Again I laughed (probably chortled, actually), and told him I was American.  He was surprised and told me my Spanish is very good and he thought I was a native speaker!  Who knows if he was just trying to flatter me or what, but regardless, it was nice to hear that my language skills are getting there.

This morning, I was talking to Jerry, a guy I met at a small group Bible study this weekend.  He works at the gym, so we were chatting for a few minutes, and there was this guy standing kinda close, looking like he was eavesdropping.  After I said bye to Jerry, this guy (who's clearly not Nica) starts talking to me, "Do you speak English?" I say yes, and he responds, "Where are you from?  I just wanted to tell you that you have the most beautiful eyes. They're so blue and clear!"  I thanked him, we chatted for a minute--he's a personal trainer from NYC, living here--then I headed off to pilates.

So apparently I'm a blue-eyed ballerina from Spain.  Go figure.