Last night Chino came for me on his motor to go to Milonga 10. He said he’s come “after dinner.” I wasn’t sure if that meant 10, 11 or what. I was ready at maybe 11 to go. He came about 12:50. He put the big helmet on my head and in a moment that hour I spent making my hair lovely was gone. I didn’t care. I was happy to climb up on his bike and set out in the night for dancing with one of the loveliest dancers and sweetest human beings I have ever known. Chino and I have a heart connection that does not see the differences and barriers others may see. He’s in the late 20s and I’m in my 60’s. But somehow thru he magic of the tango world we met and now we are forever friends, heart connected friends. So we danced a few tandas in the night, he danced with several lovely young women and we watched a great exhibition dance. I met several of his friends and had a long warm chat with his professional dance partner. We stayed to the end, 5pm. He said bye to everyone. Chino seems to know everyone. Then we climb back on the bike for a nice ride home in the clean air of the morning light. Yes, it was light and six o’clock when we arrive back at luna llena, my hotel. Then we talked for maybe 20 minutes, mostly about the young woman he loves, and finally said goodnight at my door.  Back in my little room on the third level enjoying the fresh morning air and the lovely tree outside my window, but too wired to sleep yet, I sent the first of several texts back and forth, just fun unwinding chat.  Finally I wrote, “good night sweet prince.” (because he is that, a prince of a man in every way) and he wrote back, “Good night little hada.”  This afternoon I looked it up, my Spanish so mal!  It means fairy!   See what I mean?