I've got a lot to say about Egypt, but first I wanted to write about the surprise C had planned for me last night. He told me to wear something nice and meet him at the Gare du Nord at 8:15. I had no clue what I was in for, except that it wasn't dinner. Luckily I wore comfortable shoes because he signed us up for a couple of dance classes.One of his cousin's is getting married in May and he mentioned something about us having to waltz at the wedding. I was like "Waltz?? I don't know how to waltz!!" So he signed us up for lessons. They're run by the wife of a famous French tap dancer in a small, old-school studio. The class normally lasts an hour, but ours was 1 1/2hrs. It was nice because there was only one other couple there with us, so we got a lot of one-on-one attention. She also taught us the basic steps for the polka and the cha-cha. Neither of us are the most talented dancers in the world, but after a few lessons, we should be at least able to dance at the wedding without trampling anyone else!