No Pain, No Pleasure

Well, I did it. I found some salsa dancing. Actually, I found one person who knows how to dance. With my energy finally back after the fast, and the sun finally shining after the storm, it was about time I danced!

I had talked to the owner of the Latin cafe in San Pedro a few days earlier and asked him about the dancing. When were classes? When could I just come and shake it? Two days later as I was wandering around San Pedro completely aimlessly, I run into the guy again. Or, rather, he recognizes me.

And what’s a salsa-deprived girl to do? We danced in the empty cafe and chatted and had a couple cervezas over the course of an hour or two. It was blazing hot outside and I was sweating like crazy as I danced barefoot in the cafe. People walked by, peering into the café, watching us dance. I danced until my feet could, quite literally, take no more.

I promised I would come back later and limped back to the hotel. My feet were filthy dirty and in a lot of pain. I realized once I got back, that I had huge blisters on the bottom of both feet. And once I washed all the filth off, I saw that I had huge BLOOD blisters on the bottom of both feet. Ouch.

Germaphobes should stop reading here.

No one at the hotel could find anything sharper than a fork to pop them with and they were getting bigger and bigger. The blisters were deep. I sat down on the floor of the shower and stabbed the back of my earring through my calloused skin and blood ran down the drain of the shower. I squeezed and more and more red liquid poured out. Then the other foot.

I limped back to the restaurant of the hotel. The Mayan lady from the kitchen (who I had asked for a needle) wanted to see it. She said I should get the rest of the blood out and told her 5-year-old son to go get some napkins. The woman poked and prodded my wound with her dirty fingernails while the 5-year-old soaked up the blood with a napkin from the restaurant.

I wrapped the bandana from my hair around the worst foot (the right foot) for protection and retreated to a nearby hammock.

I could no longer walk; I still can’t.

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