- by AnnRoth
Last week my husband and I tried something new—we took our first salsa lesson. We both enjoy dancing. Especially me. (Just ask anyone at the annual Harlequin party.) But we’re not a good dance team—he can’t lead and I’m terrible at following. Because of this problem, until recently, my husband wouldn’t even consider dance lessons. Thanks to a change of heart (and a push from our oldest daughter, a salsa fanatic), he agreed to try salsa.
Our one-hour lesson was private and taught by a positive woman with amazing patience. After sixty fun-filled, but challenging minutes, we were able to execute a few basic steps and turns. We still need to work on the getting the rhythm down. As we practice at home, we realize we’ve forgotten some of what we learned. Which is why we signed up for a second lesson this week. After that, we’ll probably take at least one more private lesson. Eventually we’ll move on to group lessons, which our daughter and our teacher assure us is a great way to learn, because you get to dance with a number of partners.
What do salsa and novel writing have in common? Beats me! No really, there is a connection. Stretching your skills and/or challenging yourself to try something new is never a bad thing, and colors all areas of life. Plus, dancing generates all sorts of story ideas, those what ifs that demand exploration. What if a dark, sensual but for some reason shy man becomes an alpha male when he salsas? Or a quiet, unnoticed woman changes drastically when… Think of the possibilities.
Until next time and wishing you all rhythm and a good time on the dance floor,