When a bachata comes on, I need to dance. It’s not like a salsa, which I can dance or not dance. I feel no loss if I miss a salsa. When a bachata comes on, my body reacts with hunger. I need to dance bachata.
Bachata is about love, and hope, and memory. An infectious rhythm, a romantic or sad story, a man and woman submitting to each other, sharing their humanity with each other, for just a moment. This is bachata.
My philosophy for bachata is to dance it simply. Simple steps, simple turns. And close. The closer the better. Cheek-to-cheek is special and rare. One, two, three, tap.
