The salsa class
It’s summer in the city. It’s sunny. It’s seriously humid. And the fact that I’m in Cataluña rather than Cuba is apparently...
read moreIt’s summer in the city. It’s sunny. It’s seriously humid. And the fact that I’m in Cataluña rather than Cuba is apparently...
read moreIt always begins with bleach. Sure, there’s the heat that hits when the plane’s doors open, then the ever-so-slightly altered look to...
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