Continued: The dance instructor heard my brewing frustration, and he showed me the secret exit door. Two minutes later I was outside and free in the cold. I guess that's one way to keep from losing your students - hide the exit. I was glad to be moving on, and the next day I arrived in Boulogne. My host Jonnie, is one crazy lady. She’s 68 years old, and has more spunk than most people half her age. She’s Dutch, but grew up in Morocco and Spain. She speaks five languages fluently. I told her she’d been blessed to live such an amazing life. She said she didn’t think so. She felt both at home and yet out of place everywhere. She’d lived in Holland for many years before determining that the Netherlands had lost its
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