In situations like that, one has to look deeper, I guess, to appreciate the performance for what it is. And, I think we did that. It was more of a physical workout, with both genders dripping with sweat at the end of each set. The men's muscles were defined, but the gals' figures were lean and non-curvacious. The performers hailed from Italy, Hungary, Spain, and various parts of America. Only two looked as though they could be from Cuba. I guess I was looking forward to sun-bronzed island people and a stage filled with couples twisting and stepping in perfect unison to the sparkling rhythms of the Caribbean. None of which we got.
So it is that we chalked up a cultural event to disillusionment. Even though I didn't grasp the meaning of the dancers' stories, the experience was tolerable and will be memorable. Right after the concert, Cuban guava and coconut pastries were served to the crowd in attendance, along with red grapes and coffee......gotta say the snack was a sweet conclusion to a more-or-less disenchanted evening.
Despite being a world apart politically, Cuba is only 90 miles away from the U.S.