My school day at CLIC was over by 1 pm, and it was home for lunch and a siesta. With my 11am beginning, followed by a half hour coffee break, this was language learning at a relaxed pace. I said, ‘adios’ ( goodbye ) to my teacher, and my ‘senior’, mostly retired classmates, and walked down the stairs to the foyer. Here was a cacophony of sound as young language students from all over the world tumbled out of their classes. I could make out German, French, Spanish and a collection of different English accents. As I entered the foyer I noticed a sign in English stating, ‘Spanish is a dance.’ I wondered what kind of dance. So far, it was more of a slow fumbling Waltz than a passionate, flamboyant, Flamenco.