This happened last Saturday, and I´m getting wet every time I think about it. I´m a student in grad school, a passionate dancer, and currently on exchange in Europe. Even though I heard before that exchange students are living a crazy, adventurous life, I didn´t think I would experience anything like this.
Last Saturday I had a contact improvisation class scheduled for the afternoon: 1,5 hours class, 1,5 hours free jam. The thought of cycling 40 minutes across town made me stick to my bed in a super lazy morning, as I didn´t really feel like spending so much time and energy. But after lunch I kicked myself to remind me on how much I love to dance. So I got up and on my bike, my legs already burning on my way there.