Single Adult Conference – Friday

O Acampamento do MAS: Sexta-feira

"The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary." - Vidal Sassoon

The scene was perfect for a relaxing weekend when Adriel and I left Friday afternoon. Rain was coming down so hard it sounded like a herd of rhinos was trying to knock down our front door. We were drenched as we scrambled in the car but smiles were still plastering our faces. After all the stories I’d heard about the conference, I expected the conference was going to be a blast, but it was only confirmed once we got lost on the way there. We eventually found the place but there is nothing like a little random adventure to get things started.

Solar dos Girassois - The Resort we stayed at.

After arriving at the resort and registering at the front desk, we were taken to our rooms. My first thought on entering was that it looked like a hospital out of old war films. There were about 100 beds spread across the big room, and all you had to do was pick a mattress that could support your weight and claim a bed. Later that night there was a dance, I once again was reminded of the fact that I still cannot dance “forro”. This time, instead of wallowing in self-pity, I asked a friend of mine to start teaching me. The moves are similar to that of Swing just with a modified basic step; with that connection, I started picking it up pretty quick.-