Cut and Paste Heartbreak...

So I've been working on this great post about my gastronomic adventures in Argentina, but of course, in one flip of the wrong button I have managed to erase all evidence of my thoughtful work on the subject. A terrible case of cut and paste heartbreak.... In the spirit of "the show must go on" though, onto the next story.

Tango is going well so far. I am taking lessons with DNI Dance Company, a very rebuttable group known globally for their incredible shows and teaching instruction. Unfortunately, taking under such a name does not automatically qualify me as a know-it-all or even an enthusiast; I'm merely another aspiring heart in a long line of dreamers. And that's an ok place to be too...

The dance studio is every bit the space anyone would want to find them self learning. It's a room on the second level of their building with a wide open wooden dance floor, a mirror that spans an entire wall, and full french doors on either side of the room leading out to balconies, which are always open for the cross breeze. In the corner of the room, an old worn navy sofa, offers up a seat to dancers slipping off the day's street shoes and into something more comfortable, men to their polished leather loafers and ladies to their most temptable high heels.

With the first turn of the that ever mournful music, a parade of flashing colors, tension, expectation, and waiting.....begins once again, as it has so many times before. And from the street, the familiar sound of a Tango sextet can be heard wafting through the air and every passerby has a hint at the classic story being told.

Happy Valentines Day friends. It goes with saying this is the best one I've celebrated yet, even with a bad case of cut and paste heartbreak blues! Lots of love to you all!!