It had been many moons since I had danced. I realized exactly how long and thought: I cannot continue without dancing.
So, I went to a milonga in Aventura. It was a bit of the viejito lonely hearts club, but fun.
I was nervous I'd trip on my feet and stumble on the giros. Luckily, dancing tango is like riding a bike. You just hop back on.
Dancing brings so many emotions - joy, sadness, peace. And many memories of Buenos Aires, friends far away, tango buddies. In my head, I hear the voices of my last teachers -- Valencia y Dina y Luciana en Villa Malcolm.
I feel like I'm back in Buenos Aires. But the song ends, and I'm here in South Florida and want to be there.
Years ago, Enrique Santos Discepolo said tango is a sad feeling that is danced. Maybe instead of sad feeling: nostalgia, danced.
Showing posts with label Argentina. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Argentina. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
# 76 Have a cortado
I love café cortado, or cortadito. It's the perfect combination of espresso with a bit of milk to cut the coffee. My friend F. says it's the Argentina in me. And there's a machine in my office.
So I can have one for 75 cents every day.
So I can have one for 75 cents every day.
I don't mind the paper cup. Again, a very easy one to cross off the list - again and again.
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