Sabine Shares My non-Zins exposed This past week I've had a lovely experience with my childhood friend Imke. We've known each other for over 45 years. Friends since Kindergarten, secret clubs and mysterious gatherings, all through grade-school. Both her and I had the eighties style perms, complete with pink leggings, loads of blue eyeshadow, dancing disco like it was going out of style.
 Sabine and Imke on a camping trip 1983 
We were there when we met our future husbands, making up excuses to our parents to secretly meet late at night. Maids of honor at each others weddings, and so many bursts of crying laughter, I mean the " I peed my pants laughing" over a misplaced comment, silly pranks and jokes that are only funny to us. Our children shudder to go out in public with us present, afraid of being embarrassed by their mothers making a spectacle of themselves.
It is only for her that I have sinned: I went on a Zumba cruise….. yes, with Salsa music, Bachata, Merenque. Loud colors, high energy. Picture a big ship, filled with people that absolutely adore to move, read: shaking their hips and shoulders, whenever a hint of bass fills the rooms; In line for the bathroom, while dining, on the beach, the hallways. Imke is, and has been for years, a Zumba instructor (Zin) Perfect excuse for the both of us to meet halfway across the world. Since she lives in the Netherlands, and I live here in Minneapolis. I did my best in the classes that she picked out for me. Imke did her best not to burst out in fits of laughter while I shook and jumped. I think I should bring her to a tango festival next, the energy is very different and yet, very much the same: people gather for the love of movement, music and community. Dancing brings us closer together. And after this crazy adventure it brought me closer still to my Zin friend. I have a Zumba outfit to prove it!
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