Note to self: when someone asks you to tango you say yes!!
It’s weds night, I’m 3 lessons into my week o tango and Steve and I head to a tango social or milonga. We enter and are seated. Unlike swing dancing you are given a seat when you arrive if you haven’t already pre-booked, which is the norm. Anyway, we survey the room just watching, and not planning to dance really. And then out of the blue, cute girl comes and asks me for a dance. I and my sandal clad hooves gracefully declined. After all, I didn’t have proper shoes on… yes that it, no shoes on.
Later that evening I did put shoes on, hoping that somehow put on shoes would make me feel like a tango dancer. It didn’t, but it apparently made me look like one. After a few complements on the shoes and a scolding for turning the cute girl in blue down, one of the older women at the table suggested my 3 lessons were plenty and asked for a dance. To avoid another scolding I obliged and successfully kept my feet off her toes for two whole songs. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t musical, but by god I danced tango in Buenos Aires.

Finally! I was beginning to wonder if you knew how to write at all. I am so in need of some wandering right now and I intend on continuing to vicariously live through you. BTW, hot instructor!!!!
MJ! Look at you and your hottie instructor. I love the dramatic pose. Your travels sound amazing and I will continue to check for more fun photos!! Be safe