 The Salsa Chronicles "Good To Be Back"
By Becky Martins
The first thing I noticed about Rau’leau Dance Company was that I couldn’t pronounce it. Neither could Wes, my best friend Katie, or her boyfriend Ivan, unless Wes pulled out a pompous French accent. Then it seemed to work.
Despite the name, Rau’leau offered a good first impression. Coming from the Boston and Providence salsa scenes, I was accustomed to casual registration and the honest system, but Rau’leau was far more formal, and ran itself like a business - something I could appreciate. Wes and I came in a week before....click to read more
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 The Salsa Chronicles “A New Start To A Salsa Beginning”
By Becky Martins
It had been over a year since my last lesson. Probably 10 months since my last social. My salsa shoes had collected dust. My left turns were off. But I didn’t care – I was back. I was ready.
The past year had brought a lot of change. I’d finally relocated to Manhattan from MA, following years of planning. I’d met my boyfriend, Wes, my first week in the city. And after a short game of hard-to-get on my end, our love....read more
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 How A Girl With A Pair of High Heels & A Dream Became a Salsa Dancer*
*Some day
By Jayne Cooperman
It’s a sweltering September evening, the last hurrah of the hottest New York City summer in the history of weather. I’m sticking to my seat at a teeny table among the tall trees and office refugees in Bryant Park. The heat, relentless, has conquered my makeup, defeated my hair, and vanquished my capacity for rational thought. How else to explain what happens next
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 I Came, I Saw, I Watched
By, Jayne Cooperman
There’s a lot more plaid in salsa than I would have expected. Also loafers. Also men.
Interesting.
It’s the first step in my whirlwind Welcome to the World of Salsa tour. I’m following the advice of my dance mentors, all of whom have encouraged me to have a look before I leap.
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 Invitation to the Dance
By Jayne Cooperman
It’s a Saturday afternoon and I’m in my usual “this chair in the corner is fine” position on the next stop of my Think I’ll Just Watch For Now Salsa Studio Tour. But this time I’ve moved my seat from the kids’ (beginner) to the grown-ups’ (intermediate) table, and the difference is striking.
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