I guess I’ve been on a fast from tango-not by choice but brought on by necessity created by the event of retiring and moving all at one time. Thus, not much room for dancing. Feeling deprived last Sunday, I willed myself into dance togs and into my gar and set out for the milonga, hoping at least for a first course or some appetizers, if not a feast. I would have been satisfied with a small meal. But when I reached the intersection in Milwaukie before heading down onto the 99 into town, I noticed my car begin to turn left and head for Cha Cha Cha, a little Salsa cafe. So I thought, “No harm in checking out the scene and the music is uplifting and energizing.” The moment I entered I began encountering familiar faces greeting me joyfully: a lovely couple I’d connected with over a year ago, a sweet young guy I often dance tango with when he shows up from Eugene, Stan, one of my best tango partners(if not The Best, and two other gals from the tango community, one I appreciate casually and the other I’ve a strong heart connection to. Well, heart and tango soul–we love to dance milonga together- great connection really-makes us both giddy with joy. I didn’t dance with her that night-just catted and hugged and cried together. I just love this friend. But I did dance with Stan: a lovely salsa/tango fusion kind of thing, at his initiative. Wonderful. And cha cha with my other sweet friend as well as salsa. So, my fast was broken and with a little grace, tomorrow I’ll get to the milong to see Gustavo and Maria, two of my teachers visiting from BsAs as they are here for workshops and will be doing an exhibition dance. Now my fast is broken, I hope to indulge on a more regular basis! As I ease into my retirement, I could become a veritable tango glutton!