Poco a poco

OK, now this has become a salsa blog. How una norteamericana overcomes her intense fear of trying move in public and learns to dance. Or at least is able to go enjoy dancing in a club. That really is the objective. Just to be able go out and enjoy it. Last night I went to the dance basics class at the Y because they were doing a latin dance on this particular friday. Ah, the Y, where people wear workout clothes and tennis shoes. We did a bolero, and practiced little arms motions with the merengue, and then went to salsa, where I was not OK exactly, but better. Better. Better than I was.