Chapter 4 IV

One of the most difficult things to hide is joy. In addition, that's what I feel.

I try to maintain composure. How to do it? When my life enters that sequence of pleasant events. It is there where they recommend being quiet, so that nothing changes. That everything remains, as it is my wish.

I continue my work in the archive. I try to concentrate. Although it is inevitable, that he lets out a smile, from time to time.

Lunchtime arrives and I don't even feel hungry. I'm going to a small shopping center nearby to buy something light. I decide on a mixed shawarma. Which, although it is dietary, I love it. That is my life formula. If I don't feel like eating. At least I treat myself to something that is delicious.

I return to the office and make a list of what I have pending: renew my passport, buy the handbag, make copies of the electronic ticket and buy an international calling card.

Yes, I was already thinking that when I arrived at the airport in Rome I should communicate with my hosts.

I look at the clock and I still have half an hour free. Therefore, I start watching videos about Rome and Venice on my phone. The art and architecture of the buildings attracts my attention. It all seems very beautiful to me. He even imagined taking a Gondola ride, even just once.

I guess I won't have enough time to visit all the churches and museums. Assimilating so much information will be impossible. I'll decide on the most important ones.

What catches my attention knows the life of the people there. Connect with locals and learn from popular culture. You can't read that in books, you live it.

Being lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize that someone had entered the headquarters.

- Hello happy afternoon.

I was startled and smiled; it's the company's accountant.

- How are you? I did not see him coming.

- Well, thank you, the boss opened the door for me. I just got back from the airport.

- Welcome. What a pleasure to have you visit us.

- Yes, you know, I come for work, but I'm free and I'm going to do some shopping. I can't go back without something to give my wife.

- True, details are welcome.

-What can I bring you? One's mind is cloud when it comes to you. Men are so basic, with a shirt or a perfume we are happy. I don't want him to wrinkle my face if he doesn't like what I buy him.

-Ha, ha, ha. I don't think she's capable?

You have not seen anything. Sometimes I think he does it to be annoying.

-If you allow me to guide you. I can suggest some options.

- Not only do I approve, but also I give you my card and you get me out of trouble. Please, I have to meet with Felipe and that is a long time coming.

- It's not a bother. Maybe I'm going to look for some things I need. Women love shopping, it's therapy.

He handed me his credit card and left for the meeting. I kept imagining what I could choose for the woman.

I went to Instagram to review the gift options. I saw so many beautiful things that I didn't know what to choose. I'll most likely decide on a wallet. That never hurts in the closet and all women love to show off a new bag.

It's time to return to my work. The file is ready. Now to write the pending communications to the staff.

What I like most about my work in the company is that they give me freedom to make some decisions and allow me to grow professionally. They are not selfish in that regard. They pay the costs of training, diplomas and a percentage of the university tuition. It is an incentive for staff to prepare.

I passed the ready communications to my boss; review and signature are pending.

I leave the office at the end of the day. I'm going straight to dance school. One of my passions.

I love dance, I get to express myself through this art. Once I arrived at the academy, I quickly went to the locker room with my bag and changed my clothes. I stop in front of the mirror; I love the outfit. Wearing a bodysuit, tights and leggings, I feel like a professional dancer.

I put my hair up in a high bun and head to the salon. There are my classmates waiting for the teacher.

The class starts at 6 pm and there are only minutes left. I start stretching to warm up the muscles. Some groups talk, others, like me, prefer to be silent.

I see myself, while I stretch my muscles. I see the reflection of my eyes in the mirror. My face looks different. A glow results from the emotions that spring from the depths of my heart.

The music begins to play, a sign that the teacher is about to enter the room.

- Welcome. How do you wake up? Today we are going to rehearse a choreography that we will present in the theater at the end of the year. So, pay attention.

I have divided it into three blocks. Pay attention, each one is different.

I will indicate the times. Now, hard hits are between one and five, don't forget.

Let's start, with the opposite leg and arm, one, two, three, four. I repeat, we carry the leg forward diagonally, alternating the weight of the body and returning to the starting point.

The arms make a circle backwards. One two three four...

I find myself enjoying the class to the fullest. I draw inspiration, concentrating on the music, repeating each movement, repeatedly.

After forty-five minutes, the practice ended. I end up drenched in sweat. I sweat a lot, I move using my whole body, to the rhythm of the music. I know how to dance salsa, merengue, urban and a little samba.

On one occasion, I accompanied my teacher on stage, in a show. I put feeling and character into the interpretation. I love this art; it allows me to express myself to the rhythm of music. Dancing requires so much concentration that it is like resetting your mind. There is no other thought, at that moment. That's why I love it.

- See you the day after tomorrow and remember to practice at home - said the teacher.

I say goodbye to everyone, very satisfied with the class.