Sometimes, after dinner but before we return to correcting quizzes or tabulating grades, we like to dance. It's a way to let off steam, celebrate what needs celebrating, and perplex any and all visitors to our humble casa de los voluntarios.

And sometimes Danielle flips her hair in front of her face and puts her sunglasses on. It's a way to, um, well . . . as you can see, it's bizarre and hilarious and seriously adds to the sentido de la fiesta.

Last night -- as I two-hole punched and Maria made oatmeal cookies -- we got to experience both at the same time. Luckily it lasted long enough for me to take this picture. Because how else could you experience "Dance Party Bolivia"? (It's a likely spin off from "Real World - Bolivia." Check your local listings.)

For those of you who are sticklers for such details, I believe the song was either "Dancing in the Streets" or "Super Freak." And yes, there is now a two-hole punch dance move as well as a making cookies move to add to the ever-popular hanging laundry and machete the lawn moves.

And some other times, before breakfast Hugh busts out the guitar that Nathan the Australian left. He plays all our favorite Indigo Girls' songs -- even the ones with tough chords -- and Maria and I sing along. (Hannah is sitting here now and wants you to know she mostly sleeps through it all, but makes up for it later with songs from Grease and whatever she can find on cassette.)