Dancing at the Party Tienda

The nightlife in San Pedro was so rollicking that one bar might fill up while the other 15 stood empty. Fired up by our earlier salsa lesson, an extra curricular activity at the Spanish school, Winston and I tore shit up outside the "party tienda," the little shop that kept the club tunes blasting all night long, that is until 11 when the local cops shut the town down.

Thanks to Kerry for shooting and commentary, and to both Kerry and Becky, fellow school chums and party-goers, for their enthusiastic support of our furtive street salsalero dreams.