Dancing and Dinero

Today we had a dance class after dinner.  We all came to the school and learned the basic steps of the Salsa, Merengue, and Tambor.  It was a dance class of Americans, so of course everyone was awkward except the teacher.  I think I got it a little though. Especially the Salsa.  I think I'm going to go to some dance clubs that have dancing there so I can practice more.

Money in Venezuela is weird.  They have 500 cent pieces, that are worth half a bolivar. This makes the total on your bill seem a whole lot larger when they use such huge numbers as 500.  Nobody likes to make change, but they always look exasperated when all you have are large bills.  Large to them anyway. Their 100 bills are roughly equivalent to 25-30 American dollars.  Also, I have to take a taxi to my apartment after 8pm.  This is maybe a little over a 5 minute drive, and since speed limits and red lights are for squares, it could take precisely 5 minutes.  Therefore, it seems like a lot when they ask for 20 bolivares for the fare, and we automatically think of the number's worth in American dollars.  They're actually asking for $5, which is a little more fair.  Also, gas prices here are unbelieveable. They pay maybe 50 cents per gallon. 50 cents. When was the last time our gas was 50 cents?