Gooo LATINO

It wasn't that late yesterday; around 10:00 pm. The whole thing came spontaneous without any pre-planning. The time, the place, and the climate where typical for an unforgettable night to taste and drink Latino food, listen and dance on Latino rythyms, and mix with people with various nationalities sitting in the cozy atmosphere, wooden decorations, mellowed design, and carved walls. Its typical to go there when you feel yourself so "Cubish".

Lit candles are spread in the hall, one on each table, dimmed to participate in the ambience creation and to increase the level of harmony and warmth in the conditioned place. What attracted my attention, is the water droplets dropping from the outer faces of the windows facing the sea, which appeared as if we are having a dinner in a rainy Cuban night. But here it wasn't raining at all; the high humidity and temperatures reacted with the cooled windows which created the raining effect.

To go into some particular details about what was taking place inside; Coupled men, women, or men & women took there places. A laugh from here, a voice from there, chiming spoons & forks, and moving maids all tenderly participated in giving the place its classy touch. Full fashioned ladies, well-suited men, well-rapped indians, and some casuals', me being one, surrounded with the breath-taking food odour and all glamoured by the Cuban band playing professionaly on their tools and singing endlessly Latino songs from which I knew some, and never heard of others, but all very amazing.

After some dining, the tone of the music rised. People, especially couples, left their tables and started dancing on the wooden floor. Some were good, others were less good, and some others were just trying to catch up with the mood. But in general it was a nice tabloid to watch. Facial expressions varied from person to person. Ladies usually, especially professional dancers, took away any smile and took a seriuos look, that look of JLo in "Shall We Dance". Others had an endless smile, white teeth all across their jaws, heavy looks, and floor-directed gazes. Men usually were less hyper, especially those who appeared to be mixed up about what to dance; they created their own cocktail of arabian-mexican-latin-western dance. It looked against the scene.

Things didnt appear to calm down at 12:00 am. The floor was crowded with dancers, the music was even higher, and attendants never stopped to enter. But as we all have to wake up early the next morning, we found the best thing to do is to leave Cuba and go back to Dubai. To the hot and humid reality, to the wide spread and endless desert, to the never-ending scrapers, and to the unlimited horizon.

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