Starting two weeks ago, two of my friends and I started taking private salsa lessons. We chose my apartment for the location, as I have yet to acquire any furniture, despite having lived in it since February. Granted I have two camping chairs and two stools, but fold up the chairs, and my apartment transforms into a salsateca! We’ve been having so much fun and learning quite a bit.

So I  dedicate this Monday memory to the love for Latin rhythm. The phlog shows its age though, as I have since been to this club and it is not really a place I would recommend. Seriously, don’t go to Club 4-40. As I wrote in an article for work, there are so many other places in the city to dance. ¡Bailamos!

One, two, three…and one, two, three….

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