Care to dance?

Some friends of mine are heading out salsa dancing tonight, but I'm still limping around with a bruised knee, and opted to sit out the round. But just the mention of salsa brings back memories of Peru. I still can't believe I got personal salsa lessons from Felix and his Peruvian buddies, in some nightclub in Cusco. If only we could have stayed in that magical (though touristy) city alittle longer, maybe I would have figured out how to sway my knees without moving my hips, swing to the beat without looking like I was about to teeter over. Frank, you were a great teacher, but I'm afraid I was a hopeless student.