It was during a tanda at the Tango Mundial that I remembered that I had come to Buenos Aires to learn tango. I had spent days imaging how many classes I would take, how many Milongas I would go to, and the vampiric lifestyle I would be leading. But somehow the city has instead crawled under my skin and ingrained me in a life where tango is the main lifeline, but not the primary goal of my day to day living.
Lyrical account of a spell living in Buenos Aires
When I lived in Buenos Aires for 2 years I had a similar experience. Frenetic first weeks of mad tangoing turn into a comfortable routine where familiar faces start to become part of your day and tango becomes more measured. The city has so many layers to explore. It is wonderful when you don't even realise you are speaking Spanish, it just comes naturally.
Posted by: Rachael Glaser Libertango Cape Town | November 27, 2011 at 08:26 AM