Photos by Abbie Galloway (I had to dance)

In Habana I always hear great Rumba music coming from non-distinct houses of practicing Santeros. So I was ecstatic to follow the Rumba rhythms through the streets and actually find a place to listen and dance. One minute we were sitting in a park trying to figure out how to get home, the next minute I was dancing Rumba with a stranger in a wooden café.