La Capital de la Salsa. The capital of salsa. So when in Cali, one must learn to salsa dance. Damn can those Colombians move their hips and dance! I absolutely loved the styles of dancing around here. It was so cool to see people actually dance still, instead of just grinding and dirty dancing.
The backpackers hostel we stayed at (which name escapes me) had free salsa lessons as well as yoga during the day. Naturally I was going to absolutely be the first one to sign up for both as it was a first come, first serve basis. If you went to Cali and didn’t salsa dance, there really is no point of you being there. So hell yes, in the salsa capital of the world, I learned to salsa dance, at least the basics, anyways. I swear, every Colombian can salsa dance. They explained to me that it was almost expected for people to know how to dance because who wants to go out of a club with someone that can’t dance? Well, I for one cannot dance and never have been taught so I found it absolutely awesome that they all knew how to. It was hilarious when we all first went out to the salsa club, you could tell who the Americans and Europeans were not only by the way we looked, but by the way we danced. We would all be in a group while the Colombians always had a dance partner. Group dancing is definitely just not a thing. So we all did our very best to salsa dance the night away. After that night, Cynthia and I just hung back at the hostel by our pool and played cards. Which we did everyday of every hour whenever we were bored. We are now masters of slap jack and Cambio.
Dancing, Dancing, Dancing. I loved Cali.