Sunday morning, when I was heading to the market with our visiting couch surfer, we heard some far off booty-shakin’. Worth checking out, right? As we drew near our eyes fell upon and (after a double blink) feasted on a sea of sweaty spandex. Who knew that a free, community Zumba class in the local department store parking lot could be so magnetic. We were two of the spectators that numbered nearly as many as the rump-shakers, and there were a lot of those, as you can see below.
And for your viewing pleasure: