The Salsa Question

Previously I have written about one of my misadventures while trying to enter the salsa scene in NYC, but .........blah blah blah blah.......which brings us to Salsa studio #5.  It's a bitch to get to (both the studio, and I, are in Brooklyn, which ironically makes it difficult to reach on public transit), but it is exactly what I'm looking for.

I worked with a private instructor to see where I'd fit.  It was fucking perfect.  It took her, I'm gonna say...10 to 15 seconds to solve all of my confusion about New York Style.

There may be another New York Style of salsa out there...and maybe that's the one that ...blah blah blah...who cares?

What I know, now, is the salsa that every fucking girl in the entire city thinks is New York Style.  And that, my friends, is what matters.  My instructor spent an hour catching me up on one or two months of classes, and then stuck me in a class that happened to meet right after our lesson.  I'm in a group class that meets the same time every week.  Everything thing else is just a matter of time.

Ideally this process would have taken 5 months and not a year, but you know what that is?  That's an opportunity for improvement.