RIGHT left right, stop, left right left.
My impromptu dance instructor Ariel repeats the basic salsa step again.
Right left right, stop, left right left.
I’m in the picturesque Plaza Mayor of Trinidad, Cuba, and I’m preparing for the evening’s festivities.
“Salsa is in our blood,” says Ariel as he walks me through a basic turn.
“The music and the dance run through Cuban veins.”
That night at the Casa de la Musica I am convinced of the truth of that statement. I watch as Cuban men and women expertly swing their hips to