D is for Dancing.
I really enjoy dancing. It's probably the only exercise I enjoy, apart from walking, swimming, tennis, and, er, sex. *blush* It seems that I have the affinity - and the body - for any sort of ethnic dance. Latin, African, hula, belly-dancing: I've loved them all.
I took belly-dancing classes the whole time I was in Morocco. My instructor was a guy. He was good, but it didn't look right. Belly-dancing was made for hips and breasts. To simulate boob movement he would hold out his shirt with his hands. It didn't work.
Belly-dancing isn't indigenous to Morocco but I saw a couple of professional performances. In my brief visit to Istanbul I went to the show at the Holiday Inn. It was pretty spectacular. The star dancer looked like a transvestite. It was a little unnerving, to say the least.
I haven't had a chance to find a class here yet. There's all this new terminology (to me) like "hafla" and "tribal fusion." The yoga center in the same building offers a combined yoga and belly-dancing class but I guess I'm just a purist at heart.
As a Friday treat, here's Sandra Tsing Loh's very funny segment on belly-dancing at the local Y - enjoy!