So you can imagine the road trip went swell. Even better if you know that next to me was sitting, driving and dancing my dear friend Freddy, a multilingual white African man. We had nine hours to kill, so we learnt the lyrics of Macarena by heart. We also closely studied the dancemoves of this video: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WCevP9DJtIY and realised that bitch stole my moves! If you have ever seen me on a dancefloor, festival or any square meter after midnight, you can agree these moves are an exact copy of mine. If you never had the pleasure to watch me break out in nineties classics on the street, just look at the video and you get the point.
The down side of playing songs like these on the way to your travel destination, is that they won't leave your head for a second during your entire trip. Trust me. Even if you have no clue what they are actually singing, you will sing along. Night and day. We took them with us to a dreamlike squad in Geneve, through the tiny streets of Aosta and on the Milano design week. And back.
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