We were purposing to call it an evening on Friday night, when to my surprise, June (our tour guide for the evening) mentioned that the most popular salsa club, Ba-ba-luu's, was right behind our hotel! It was late, but she and Tereska offered to wait in the car while I took a peak inside.

After being tired only seconds before, well, you can imagine what happened if you know me. No trip is complete without sampling the salsa scene, so long story short, I went dancing solo.

I charmed my way to getting the American discount off the cover charge, and scanned the crowd. Space was tight and you had a few non-dancers on the floor, but the music was good and I found a good lead for the night. There were some decent salseros there, but I still kept thinking, man, Oscar (my salsa partner) and I could burn that dance floor up!

At nearly 3am, I was hobbling into the hotel. Salsa dancing in 3 inch pointy shoes? Big mistake—but it was worth it, eh?