Little did I realize when my first Argentine tango instructors imparted their passion for the dance, I would become addicted. But there it is—We plan our lives, schedule trips, purchase clothing and shoes on the basis of this addiction for a connection. We practice our walks daily. . . . We watch Isabella Fusi’s footwork on Youtube. We become hopeful when new instructors come to the region. Here, Natalya and Ramiz hold a practica.
We tangueras wait patiently (well, somewhat) on the sidelines at a milonga, scanning the men for that cabeceo (glance and nod), or invitation, to dance. We may have walked down the street or driven many miles in hopes of getting one tanda with a great partner. That one connection, comparable to the euphoria of a runners’ high), keeps us returning.
When we are not dancing, the music continues to play in our heads. Wouldn’t it be nice if another tango addict worked at the same office? Can I find a milonga when visiting family and friends or on a business trip?
We have been stranded in airports. A delayed flight may lead to a missed milonga at destination. But now, there is a Facebook site, Stranded at an Airport, Tango Meetup, for tango aficionados. Yet another reason to pack dance shoes and music in your carry-on.
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