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Dos Milongas
Yesterday, Sabado(Saturday)-Yvonne and I went to two milongas together. Well–one, the first, was a practica. at DNI, a local tango school. I had heard of this place but never yet visited. So we went and were impressed with the plant and operation. Very pretty. There’s a small shop for tango shoes and clothes which seemed always busy; a cute little garden cafe serving good coffee and pastries as well as sandwiches and salads. Then up the winding staircase there are various practice rooms and on the top (fourth) floor-a big enough room for a practica–tho it was quite crowded after a while. And hot. I led one milonga set which was pretty good fun and drew some attention and positive nods from onlookers, which has happened a few times. Ivonne danced a bit more but didn’t seem to enjoy. Finally we left and headed for Glorietta, an outdoor milonga set in a huge gazebo in a little park. We both danced several tandas before deciding to head back to the hotel. Yvonne was set on going to yet another milonga, but I elected to rest, which turned out to be a good thing because this is when I got the bad news about Charlie. Being home with some time to grieve was helpful though not much fun. Dancing at Glorietta was as before, the last trip here: the folks are mostly older, with just a few younger ones here and there. And the men are mostly average dancers–some just repeating the two figures they can do over and over. But some are a bit more sophisticated in a way, with a little more vocabulary but not the finesse and skill of really good leaders. So dancing there is like hanging out at the corner pub, I guess–with the ordinary folks of the village. It’s fun but one needs to hold one’s expectations re dancing in check. Oh, and the same guy who sang to me the whole time when I was there a few years ago–is still there–and still singing to every partner! He told me he knows more than a hundred songs by heart and has been singing them since he was five years old, listening to the radio. There’s gotta be a great back story there!
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