Salsa

Ahh i am obsessed! With salsa. Salsa dancing. (Not the spicy sauce, obviously, because they literally don't even know what spice is down here.) The places turn into a boliche, a club, around 1am or so. I like to go to a lesson beforehand (yeah Anneke, my salsa compadre!) and then crash the boliche afterwards. The lessons definitely reach creeper status from a States' perspective, but the forwardness and touchiness are trademarks of the dance. We learn the passes speed-dating style, where we change partners every few minutes. Everyone has their own quirks and definitely smell--it's a workout haha. The salsa boliches are so legit--they're filled with serious masters who have probably been dancing since birth. It is the most liberating dance, slightly technical, but you can fake it pretty well when you're first starting if you're a girl and just follow the guy's marks. (Yes it's quite machisto, but really, what isn't here?) I've been learning a lot from the women here who just don't take any crap:) Luckily i have met a really non-creepy Argentine friend who knows his salsa and is a patient teacher. Thank youuuu, Matias.