right. RUMBA. front. MAMBO. back. SALSA.

quick-quick-slow. quick-quick-slow. quick-quick-slow.

One of my New Years resolutions was to learn to dance.

So last night I dragged the French boy to a Cuban Dance Workshop in town, with no idea what to expect. We had an eccentric black guy from Cuba (who ’spoke with his body’, especially his pelvis - phwoar!) who taught us the moves - although it wasn’t in English - it was in French and a bit of Spanish (Españ-çais maybe? haha). So the French boy had a slight advantage (although who said the French could dance?).

I’m convinced we can both learn it together, even if he does slightly have two left feet. The French boy is great when it comes to dancing to electro music (music he loves) and freestylin’ when out partying but found the choreographed dancing a wee bit harder. Funny to think that we did meet for the first time while dancing - at a Scottish traditional ceilidh dance. And he won me over.

Practise will make perfect. We will be shaking our stuff at a Salsa bar in no time.