Last night I again got caught in a Colombian BBQ. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great time. The Colombians sure know how to throw a party. There was food, drink, music and dancing people everywhere. I guess it’s the dancing I’m most envious of. It seems that Colombians are born with a rhythm that is remarkably absent in my own Dutch culture. When the salsa music starts to play everybody, except for the non-Colombians, flocks to the dance floor. It’s great to watch, and I did give it one little try myself, but it’s so difficult to just get into the rhythm and let go, rather than watching your feet and counting steps. Dancing salsa is one of these things that I’ve added to my list of “things-I-would-love-to-learn-but-probably-never-will”. Playing the drums, like Phil Collins, is another one of those items high on that list, and so is singing like Phil Collins for that matter.