Church

Went to a salsa class this evening with some girls from work. Bit strange in that the teacher was a bloke so we were shown all the bloke moves. Confusing non?
Secondly he spoke as much English as I speak Russian so bit tricky if truth be told. Got excited because I enjoyed the classes with Ruba in Jordan last year so much. Tough to beat.

Anyway - this isn't of the salsa class, obviously. We went via a church, because Tanya wanted to say a prayer for her grandmother who is poorly and lives miles (and hours) away in Karaganda. She bought a candle from this kiosk before going in.