I was in Cuba on business. The trip was dragging on longer than I'd planned, and on an impulse I decided to take a few salsa lessons to pass the lonely afternoons.

For a teacher, she was pretty green, but what the hell, so was I. The sultry swaying of our hips gradually chipped away at my inhibitions, and by the end of the hour I actually felt it might appear to the casual observer that I had both a left and a right foot. I knew I'd be returning for another lesson. I still had a lot to learn from this saucy Caribbean tomato.