My father’s side of the family is mostly Protestant Christian. One of my uncles is a pastor and he converted almost all his brothers and sisters, and they were thirteen to start with so, it was a significant amount of people.
Most of my cousins grew up in that religion, which in their case strictly prohibits dancing. It was frustrating to me as a youngster to go to one of their weddings and sit down all night long. I was used to mundanely dancing the night away and having an alcoholic beverage in my glass for the toast.
One night I found some of those cousins in the wedding of a distant relative and one of my friends. They were catholic and there was not only music, but a real freaking band playing. My shoes went off pretty early that evening. What I remember though is the moment I saw one of my cousins and her husband hugging by the end of our table, while standing up; only to figure out a few seconds later that they were swaying to the rhythm of a classic bolero. And just as my mouth was beginning to regain composure two other cousins – a brother and sister, to make it even more weird because why not – started dancing too!
I just about had a heart attack.
As soon as the song was over I started firing questions how, when and why. And they just looked at me all cool and basically said what? We have feelings too.
And that is the night I learned when it comes to love and boleros, everyone feels the same way.