Seeing the World Through Dance: Or How I Learned to Samba
<p>Many visitors go to a new place yearning to sample the food. Tasting street tacos in Mexico City, poutine in Quebec City, or jambalaya in Louisiana means that you experienced something quintessential about a place. Learning the samba, or tango, or salsa is like that. It’s feeling the flavor of a place with your body and feet. It’s sharing the national dish on a dance floor. Just as you don’t need to be a chef to enjoy food, you don’t need to be a “dancer” to dance.</p>
<p><strong>Havana</strong></p>
<p>Our Spanish immersion school met in a white two story stucco building in La Vibora, a residential neighborhood of Havana. Each morning, my husband Pete and I walked a block from our <em>casa particular </em>to the school. Each afternoon the school offered an excursion or “cultural activity”. I signed us up for salsa lessons.</p>
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