Today we were sad to bid farewell to Tina. I did so at 4am before going to bed; Steph accidentally did so at 7am, as we’d made the tactical error of failing to pass Tina‘s number to Laura’s dad, aka her taxi driver.
But we were very happy to welcome Maria and Antonio, who we hadn’t seen for a very long time! They arrived at around 9.45am, but were kind enough to go drink coffee around the corner until we’d crawled out of bed …
Continue reading The departure of La Tiñaorita, and arrival of Los Italianos
There are certain things which only make sense in Buenos Aires. To anyone who has visited, this will make perfect sense: you’re tired from lack of sleep due to last night’s milonga, so you go for a nap in the evening and wake up around midnight ready for your next one. Repeat daily. Or on Fridays and Saturdays only, in my case!
That was Diego, in this case, but I entirely understood the sentiment. After four hours of sleep thanks to La Señorita de la BZZZ, I thankfully returned to sleep a little later and emerged around noon. But still went back to bed at around 7.30pm ready for a nap before we left at 9pm …
Continue reading “Sorry, I’m really tired: I won’t be coming out until after midnight”
Everything in BsAs takes longer than you think. Getting cash. Picking up trousers that should have been waiting for me on Friday. Recharging a SUBE card. You name it.
All of which explains why I didn’t make my planned visit to Nuevo Chiqué, making this a milongaless day … !
Continue reading A Chiquéless day, but La Brigada for dinner
Yes, that photo does look exceedingly tilted, which is an entirely accurate impression of how I felt after dragging myself out of bed. (For the avoidance of doubt, those are not my toes: Tina took the photo.)
I fully intended to sleep in until around noon. I instead slept from 4.30am to 7.27am. The mystery of why this might be was solved when I realised I’d been so tired last night (well, this morning) that I’d put the shutters up instead of down. That’s about the state of my brain right now …
Continue reading Way too little sleep, way too much food – and doing some technique exercises
Tuesday night saw the first London milonga re-opening after 14 months of lockdown, one day after ‘freedom day’ in England and Wales. I was of course there, despite the 30C temperature!
The evening began with a one-hour mixed-level lesson that turned out to be more mixed-level than expected …
Continue reading Dancing at the first milonga in london after lockdown
Tonight’s tango itinerary was the Thursday intermediate lesson with Luis and Natalia, and then … a dilemma! It was the monthly Tango Space drinks, which I always enjoy, but also Tango Terra.
It wasn’t feasible to do both, so a decision needed to be made …
Continue reading A really fun lesson, and a great evening socialising
Why does no-one ever believe me when I say I’m only staying for the first hour of a milonga?
Today was the final Tango Space workshop of the year, a one-hour one billed as lessons Pablo and Anne had learned from their students, followed by Prosecco and mince pies – then the monthly Browns milonga …
Continue reading They make long hours at this time of the year
As I mentioned last time, I’m no longer writing full blog posts for milongas, just a few snippets of things that stand out.
The first of which is what definitely counts as my best ever reaction from a new follower …
Continue reading Los Angelitos, and my best ever reaction from a new follower
Private lesson 3 with Laura Heredia
My third and final private was another with Laura, and it was an absolutely amazing one! Half of it was devoted to technique, the other half to more simple tools for use in crowded milongas and to give me more options for expressing the music.
We worked on the first step of the walk, aiming to get a vertical diagonal feel to it – pushing down into the floor with the standing foot while creating a rising sensation in the chest. Laura also had me try the Argentine style position with my left hand …
Continue reading An amazing private, a lovely dinner and two last milongas
Steph’s original plan had been to attend a performance at La Catedral (above) at 9pm, eating there before dancing in the Milonga from 11pm.
I’d be back not long after eight, so the plan did seem feasible. However, a certain person was still lazing around in bed when it was time to leave, so we instead headed there for 11pm …
Continue reading La Catedral and El Tacuari: not much dancing, but there was applause