There is an almighty electric storm going on outside. I can feel the thunder rattle my eardrums and reverberate inside my ribcage. I’ve heard it is not safe for computers to be switched on during a storm, but I think this antique IBM thinkpad would withstand nuclear warfare. Before I go to sleep, I just wanted to say that the hairy days are done with and the way ahead looks smooth. I’ve started to enjoy myself.
Its’ beautiful to be back at DNI studio, with its exciting energy, its adorable teachers, their innovative tango and their minute attention to technique! They give you a private tutorial within the group lesson. They care. I love the atmosphere of the place. The café in the patio is now up and running and the creepers are creeping up the walls and making it almost as pretty as their Corrientes café used to be.
I've also joined a new dance school around the corner from our place that Paula put me on to. It is run by Azucar, one of the biggest clubs in Buenos Aires. I am about to do all this: salsa, bachata, reggaeton, azumba, kizomba, zouk, casino, coreos, rock, caribeño, belly and of course, tango. Is Lewis Carroll running through your head? “Father William,” in particular? You’re right! He and I are one. I’ve already started and I’ve come to the conclusion that it isn’t my body that dances, in any case, its my soul. It isn’t tango I’m addicted to, it’s physical expression. On my first day, bad back and all, I danced for six and half hours, with one break after the first two hours. It feels so good, I can’t believe it’s legal. I am very impressed by the quality of the teaching and the efficient way the classes are managed at this school. The group dynamics within a dance school are always fascinating. I feel as if I’m watching a soap opera, but one that I’m in.
The best news, though, is that La Maria Practica has moved from El Juvenil in Angel Gallardo to right next door, at La Catedral. I went there this afternoon and had a master class with Cecilia Garcia, one of the best. The lesson was rich and deep. No choreography, no pasos, just how to relate to the air within and the air without the body. One and a half hours of probing deeply into one’s sensitivity to air and space. What a difference it made to the quality of mutual movement! Exquisite.
When my middle daughter was two and she saw the Christmas tree in the living room for the first time, she was so overcome, she said, “Take it home, Daddy.” That’s exactly how I feel about the dance scene in Buenos Aires.
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