This was a triple-first for me: my first tango weekender outside of the UK; my first marathon (unless you count a typical day in BsAs, of course); and more specifically, my first encuentro.
Actually, there was one more first: not staying until the end on any of the three evenings! This is totally unprecedented, and was, fortunately, for the best of reasons – I was just danced out on all three days …
Continue reading Warm Embraces and very happily tired feet at my first encuentro, in Antwerp