Recently, my nephew requested dancing lessons, which is strange because he’s never seen me dance. Maybe he’s heard stories about my legendary knee slides across the dance floor or my staple Salsa turn where I spin a partner until I lock their wrists behind my neck.
I’m thinking he may have intuitively picked up on my dancing skills by my graceful walk. Or my near perfect rhythm while playing an instrument.
Or maybe he has internet access….
Mari de Armas 