"Now swing those hips... 1-2-3"

I'm speechless - I don't even know where to begin. From swinging hips, sassy salsa music... to an older, Latino man wearing a little red bandanna? What a night. At any rate, I guess it might be best to start from the beginning.
I dance (and have been dancing for a good 12ish years) — specifically classical ballet/pointe. I have taken some years of rhythm tap, rockett tap, lyrical, and jazz... but never Zumba. That is, until tonight. Now, I was informed that it would be the equivalent of an intense workout in a dance setting. I thought, "That sounds interesting... maybe kinda cool. I can have fun and keep in shape — actually, what could be better?!" Well, apparently a lot can be better. Have you heard the saying, "Nothing is ever as it seems"? Those are indeed, words of wisdom.
Well, my Mom signed Matthew and I up for "zumba" lessons — the class is only an hour every Wednesday night for four weeks. Matt begrudgingly obliged my whim and I was excited.
Picture us (a 13 year old boy and a 15 year old girl) walking into the dance studio at around 7:30pm. Looking around, we observe three older ladies (whom we politely assumed have arrived to pick up or drop off their children — yes, we were wrong in our assumption). These ladies were... reserved, to say the least. Next, we spotted an old man sitting at a small card table, scribbling on a notepad. We walked over to his table, the man looked up and asked us if we are part of the Zumba class. We said we were and he asked us to write our names, phone numbers, and emails on the aforementioned sheet. We did. Presently, it was time to get started. So, the old man, three older ladies, Matt, and I awkwardly started the class.
First of all, he brought out his cassette player and popped in a slow salsa tape (only after an arduous time figuring it out- he said, "it was too high tech"). He wanted us to "walk with attitude," "swing those hips," and "move our bodies freely to the music" (all of which he kindly demonstrated). Imagine this going down for about an hour. While I was "zumba-ing" he noted several times that I was more flexible than he and the other ladies (actually, flexibility is one skill I was NOT blessed with...) Anyway, Matt and I were referred to as "the young crowed" (there was an age gap of 25 years at least). Now, this older man had some serious moves. He could swivel, hop, and shake like no other. Seriously, I would guess this man to be about 65, he had graying hair, a red bandanna, and a very thick accent. At least he was nice.
At one point, (after he slapped his derrière and made some comment about the size) I wondered if this was some sort of practical joke, and if we'd be on the next episode of Candid Camera.
What an odd night! I was stifling my laughter the whole hour.
I did learn some new swing and cha-cha moves and got to spend some time with my brother. But it was the most bizarre thing ever. All in all it was an interesting and pretty good night — if nothing else, I definitely got a good laugh. I'm looking forward to next week.
Apparently I wasn't as speechless as I originally thought.