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&rsquo;s feeling the flavor of a place with your body and feet. It&rsquo;s sharing the national dish on a dance floor. Just as you don&rsquo;t need to be a chef to enjoy food, you don&rsquo;t need to be a &ldquo;dancer&rdquo; 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&nbsp;<em>casa particular&nbsp;</em>to the school. Each afternoon the school offered an excursion or &ldquo;cultural activity&rdquo;. I signed us up for salsa lessons.</p> <p><a href="https://sharonbarr.medium.com/seeing-the-world-through-dance-or-how-i-learned-to-samba-a99310b79588"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>
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