Author Archives: tangobunny

So . . .when we were all three back in the car and heading to M’s apartment in Vancouver BC, I said, “So, ladies, what was you best tanda tonight?” Queenie said hers was dancing with M–I was surprised because … Continue reading →

Six years ago I was in a small hotel in Ricoletta with my daughter, Hope. Every morning we feasted on media luna and dulce de leche–small coisants and a thick caramel sauce. Mmmmm . . . .seductively good! Tonight I was … Continue reading →

So . . . it’s crucial to apologize when you crash into another couple on the floor–or, maybe, when you trip your partner and she lands on the floor!  Yep–you had better apologize and profusely.  Howsomever–no apologies are necessary and … Continue reading →

Andy from StLouie arrived on Thursday evening at the milonga, with his lady and to check out the scene here in Portland. I noticed this handsome stranger from afar across the room and also noticed several regulars going to him … Continue reading →

I imagined it would be good to write about my Valentango experience each day, but somehow that idea faded with my energy after hours and hours of classes and milongas and practicas. Valentango is one of two annual tango festivals here in … Continue reading →

Often as I am waking up in the morning there is tango music playing in my head and I soon realize I am also dancing . . .in my head. Today it was a milonga and I was leading, perfectly … Continue reading →

Every Milonga is an oppportunity to have a new experience—-you may, as I have, meet someone new at the milonga–have a whole new feeling then about the community–That is what happens when you meet somone new in the tango community–you … Continue reading →

I hate breaks from tango dancing.  All I think about is what I am missing.  Tonight I am on a break–not self imposed exactly–I had a meeting for work and it went late–too late–and suddenly I am missing my tango … Continue reading →

They say that life is what happens while you are making plans!  Most people can identify with that one.  So, I had all these great plans for the days around New Years, and then the flu came to call.  Alas.  So … Continue reading →

Culture Shock Argentina is the title of a book my daughter Hope gave me to help prepare me for my visit to AR. And it did, kind of. But I never really felt shocked so much until I returned home … Continue reading →