Can we talk? Take pictures? What about dance?”
“Bailar? Claro, claro!”
And he looked at her like she was truly crazy, to think any celebration, any bit of life, could take place sin bailar. The night before, at a salsa concert at La Universidad de la Habana, I was tired and feeling a little under the weather. I went anyway because it sounded great and was free, but was not in the mood to dance.
I didn’t think that would be a problem.
Oh how wrong I was.
Why aren’t you dancing? Why so sad? You must be shy! I can teach you how to dance. Why don’t you like me? Do you have a boyfriend? You need a Cuban boyfriend.
Ahhh! I didn’t know that not dancing meant I was angry. And it definitely doesn’t mean I need a boyfriend.
The moral? If you’re a Cuban and you’re not dancing, there must be something seriously wrong.