The universal language

Last night at Toast Masters, I chatted with a new-to-Austin salsa dancer.

me: Yeah. I met this woman at the Highball last month. I asked her name.

She: Fang Fang.

me: Fang Fang? Where are you from?

She: Beijing.

me: Wow.

me: Then, we danced together like old friends.  She was really good.

She (last night): Yeah. I learned salsa in the Middle East.
                          Salsa is a universal language, like mathematics.