For some dancers, tango is a stolen pleasure away from other things:
It was great to spend a few hours outside of Writer-Head and back in Tango-Body. It took a little while to get some dances, but dance I did, and I also got to see the 2 Seattle tango-ites that I know, as well as a delicious delicious tanda of electro-tango, including Otros Aires' "Milonga Sentimental" -- which is probably my current #2 favorite tango song.
For others, it's part of a bigger experience. Melissa is travelling and is doing the tourist tango thing:
I’ve been doing the Argentinean tourist ´must see` stuff. Went and did a Tango lesson then went to a Tango show. After doing the lesson you can really appreciate what `the Tango` is all about and just how difficult it is. Part of the show involved audience participation; I was picked for some impromptu Tango. The guy who I danced with was amazing, the whole premise is about the man leading the woman and my body just followed his so naturally. Now I could see why it’s call the dance of love...
Sorei, on the other hand, has more direct ambitions…
its all jumbled and jammed into one massive chaotic movement. Something inside of me is awake, alive, jumping, and stirring. I want to feed hungry kids, learn spanish, rain Jesus, get a giant trashbag and put all of santiago's city smog in it. Stop homeless beggers, learn to be a street juggler, get the tango dancer's autograph (heck, phone number at that)
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