Today I had a make up samba class. I started this project in September and then had to quit in December due to the holidays and my travel schedule. As I commented to my mother, via this blog’s post yesterday, I do not expect to blend into the crowd but I do not want to look like a fool. Believe me, there will be other gringos fulfilling that role. I am not naming names.
The samba is a hard dance to learn. I cannot remember it unless I am watching someone. Not only do you have to move your feet very fast, you have to loosen your hips at the same time – worse than patting your head and tummy at the same time. It is not for a lack of trying that I cannot wiggle like a Brazilian.
But no one actually watches the feet during the parade, they are so focused on … other things. The word samba apparently comes from an Angolan word and has something to do with the belly button, a body part featured in most Carnaval costumes. Reminiscent of aerobic classes in the late 80’s, today’s lesson reminded me, as I flailed my arms and attempted to shake my booty, of all the reasons I was never a cheerleader.
If you are interested in learning more about the origins of samba go here: