Sweaty bodies, grinding hips, scantily clad women, and music that stirs the root chakra. Those were my notions of salsa dancing, and that's why I was nervous. But I wanted to learn to salsa for an upcoming trip to Cuba. So I called Ava Apple, one of the Bay Area's best salsa dancers, and arranged to take a lesson. I had visions of her arriving in a candy-red dress with sparkly spike heels. Instead, she wore plaid pants, a T-shirt, and sandals. I admit I was a... More >>>