It was a typical Friday night when I embarked on the arduous trek to North Philadelphia. You can't miss La Tierra Colombiana, the Cuban-Colombian diner located on North Fifth Street, lit up by neon lights. At first sight, one can only imagine the chaotic fiesta that awaits inside. Inspired by genuine Spanish roots, the d‚cor gets you in the mood to dance the night away.
Salsa is a blend of the mambo, a dance with origins in Cuba, and the cha cha, a dance from Puerto Rico. Lessons begin at 9 p.m. Salsa is very physical, as I learned early on. Twirling partners and shimmying to the beat of 1, 2, 3, pause, 5, 6, 7, shuffle -- I realized a bit too late that pump-up tequila shots are not such a great idea. I had hoped to rely on my many years of amateur dancing to get me through the night, but apparently salsa involves more skill than the escapades that earn you attention at a frat party.
While initially intimidated by the talent of the Latin community that filled the rest of the room, I was ultimately inspired by their energy and enthusiasm. It was contagious, and by the end of the night, I had mastered a step or two. Truth be told, I didn't make it until 2 a.m. But I was glad I made it as far as I did -- the class was fun and the night was hot.
