Tuesday evening I had a perfect chance to take some lessons from my salsa class to the dance floor.
It wasn’t the plan for the evening, but a friend from El Salvador was in town and a couple of us joined him for dinner at the Italian restaurant at the Intercontinental. Now that’s a place I had almost sworn never to return :-).I ranted about it here But Tuesday’s experience was one of those that made me re think the other experience, which I was totally vexed about.
The security detail was on point, and with so much going on in Nairobi this week, the hotel was a flurry of events, but the staff were impressive this time round. From the security at the entrance, to the guys up front at the Lobby, and the waiters in La Prugna were up to scratch. I had lasagna, it was well done, (though C.S makes a better one -( I may be biased though!:-)And we also had to settle for South African Rose as the Chile one we ordered wasn’t available.
After dinner we got into the Safari bar..and requested for Salsa, my feet retraced the steps I learned in Muziki Tele
Wednesday, I had coffee with David Bernard Stevens and it was refreshing to hear about his Life Coaching projects with women in Kibera, and how the women are learning to elevate their self esteem first, as the initial step in being agents of change; we also talked about his plans for rolling that out in even bigger scales. it almost felt like a class in itself, and it did challenge me to become a leader of myself first, before attempting to lead anyone else.
PS: Is oxtail soup rightly called ” Supu ya mkia wa ng’ombe?” that made part of a discussion later that evening over dinner with a friend at Blancos.. which has pretty good African food!