It’s Monday Night in Hollywood. That Means Salsa.

Whirling and Wondering at El Floridita, Where the Food Is Cuban, the Dancing Is Pan-American, and the Setting Is This Strange Place Called Los Angeles

It’s Monday Night In Hollywood. That Means Salsa.

¿De dónde eres?” asks the young man who offered me his hand and guided me onto the dance floor moments ago. He’s an intuitive leader, and, wedged as we are between the bodies of the couples pivoting around us, we easily find a common salsa dancing language.

I can’t recall a time when I responded readily to the question of where I’m from. It has never been easy for me to choose an answer. The city in central Mexico where I was born? The town in northern California where I grew …

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