Return to the milonga

Wow. We are back. MILONGAS have opened up in all parts of the city.

As for me, its almost 2 in the morning. I have spent my evening dancing tango. My feet are hurting, but my soul is so happy.

Having asked a good friend to join me at my first Milonga, I was a bit nervous, maybe even anxious. Mentioning this to my friend on the drive over to Lo de Celia on Humberto Prima y Entre Rios. He replied he is always nervous.

Tango hasnot been danced legally in the clubs of Buenos Aires, since the shutdown in March of last year.

Until now. YES. At the end of last month, it started up again. [Editors note: I was traveling in Mendoza]

Will we remember the embrace? Will we remember the rhythms? And OMG a cabeceo!!!

Climbing the steps to the club on the second floor, hearing the music play, it was almost as if all the time had vanished. And here we were on a typical Monday nite at 9.30 arriving at a Milonga.

After being seated, surveying the room. Noticing people. All dancing with masks. Possibly a familiar face, but not sure. Now just watching. Remembering the reason. Watching.

The music starts. It’s a waltz. Watch the turning on the floor. Many embraces with many styles. The room is filled with portenyos. Portenyos. Lots of men in suits. Woman, well its an ongoing fashion show. Dresses, pantalons and skirts are all seen in the many shades of the rainbow, but mostly black. So beautiful to watch.

I am cabeceod. I walk to meet my leader at the corner of the floor.

And so it begins again. The rythyms of Tango. Feels so good to be back. Tango is back in the city of Buenos Aires in the country of Argentina. We await the return of the extrañajeros – the foreigns.

Till next time. Nos vemos

Abrazo