Spinning

Spinning…
“Spinst du?” –are you crazy?—auf Deutsch. I think the answer to that question is yes.
Went to a Spinning class at the gym. The gym that is apparently located across the street from my house.
My first evening in Costa Rica it was dark at 6pm as it always is and all I heard was Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Spice Girls, and other 90s greats blaring in the street. I asked my tica mom why the hell the neighbor was playing their music so loud and she told me “ejercicio!” Oh, exercise…but why so loud? I told her someone would call the cops in America because it’s so late/dark out and she laughed. For ten minutes. Almost every night, I get to hear the top 40 from the 80s and 90s. Kind of annoying, but also kind of entertaining.
After three weeks worth of Casey Casem serenades, I went with Yoleni, who is on a fitness kick, across the street. We’re talking about exercise and I once again talk about the crazy neighbor blaring his music so loud. She asks me if I want to check it out. “Of Course!” and we head over to the innocent looking house. To one side of the house, there is an entire gym! Complete with weight sets and a second floor of exercise bikes. WTF! I had no idea that’s what ejercicio meant. Needless to say I was shocked and I don’t mind the loud music anymore.
Tonight the six of us, Sybille, tica mom, Ilsita, Esteban, Yoleni, and me attend the 7pm-8pm spinning class given by Giovanni the owner of the gym/house, who is short, buff, and has a lisp.
As I’m sitting there (actually sweating there) I keep thinking that its so crazy how things happen that you would never expect. We had music blaring during class (of COURSE) but special music, not the hits. He played a bunch of techno beats; songs I’ve actually heard and like, and I didn’t think I really listened to techno: Kylie Monogue, Feddie LeGrand “put your hands up for Detroit!!” awesome song, and Prince “Erotic City” but in Spanish. After hearing Prince in Spanish, I couldn’t stop thinking how crazy and funny life is sometimes.
That was the first spinning class Sybille, Ilsita, Ilse, and I attended in our lives. Needless to say, it was hard! However, just finished eating some delicious fruits and buttery, BUTTery toast, including starfruit juice to find some of those calories we lost in the gym.
I mean, the toast was really buttery. Ilse puts a thick coating all over the bread. I’d say enough to cover the white of your nail if you stuck your finger in it before it was toasted. Just saying…things are so different here