I joined the school’s language exchange evening on Friday, and went with the group to Social Club for some salsa dancing. Sandra met us there, looking wild with her long black curls flying free, and to my delight spent the whole night dancing with me only. That was motivation enough for me to ask her to dinner the next evening, after which we joined the group from the school at Victoria Regia. Again, she danced only with me. Apparently she was impressed that I had some sense of the beat and could do at least the basic steps. I’ve been trying to improve ever since, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be as good as the way she sees me.