We are here because Ron's got an internship at a legal firm called Berger Montague. He is working on antitrust litigation. If you'd like to know what that is, please ask Ron. I do not really know. He seems to like it because it involves lots of arguing and having opinions and depositions.
I am a stay at home Trina. Basically I have 11 weeks off this summer before I am a full time med student/resident for the following six years straight. So, while many of my classmates are off doing research, etc. it seemed like a good idea to me to not. I'm working on editing our book that we wrote while traveling around the world, trying out new classes at the gym, baking these new blueberry bars my mom invented and stuff like that. These intense med students need to learn to relax! I am enjoying remembering that I am a person and not just a memorization machine.
Speaking of the gym,
it is called 12th St and it is pretty cool. It was a great deal and they have tons of amazing equipment and really strong trainers, etc. I picked it for the deal. An anonymous source recently confided to us that this gym is the center of the gay pickup scene in Philadelphia, which explains all the guys with hairdryers and the men's only spa. But, as far as I'm concerned that just makes it an easier place to learn salsa dancing. We are both having a blast with our classes. Ron's first was one called Insanity taught by Midge.
She's a really nice lady who provides an excellent workout. Yesterday I went to a Tae Bo class taught by this lady whose sweats said "Tae Bo Extreme" and shirt said "Boot Camp." I accidentally went to the advanced one. Oops. I didn't know I could get sweat to pour off my pony tail like that.
Today I tried out Zumba for the first time. There were elderly people in there, so I felt like I was in less danger of passing out or throwing up than last night. It's like a "learn to be a latin lover dancer" class. We wiggle our hips and shake our top and make seductive faces. The old guys are my favorite. No one really keeps up with the steps, but I theoretically salsaed, mamboed, sambaed and generally felt like I was on Dancing with the Stars. Tonight, Ron's trying one called Muscle Attack, but since that is more of a description of my body right now, I'm going for the Easy-Does-It-Gentle-Vinyasa-Yoga. I'll let you know how it goes.
This is generally a way cooler city than I thought. I had in my head that Philadelphia was kind of a rough, industrial place. Ok, I admit, a large portion of my knowledge about what Philadelphia was was from the beginning of Fresh Prince of Bel Air ("in west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days") - don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about!
Philadelphia is exceptionally walkable, with friendly little maps posted every couple blocks. FYI, we live in the purple section, approximately three squares down from the little star.