A 4 hour bus ride from Rosario and Andi is here in BsAs to dance, eat- even though she's a vegan- and laugh. She and Andrew showed up at our apartment on Florida and after a taste of Malbec we headed for the Galerias for an 8:30 lesson with Claude. Claude turned out to be a woman. Claude? Would I name my daughter Claude after my grandfather- the only Claude I have ever known? For me she worked on my inability to relax when I need to let go. " Don't tense the muscles" she repeated and flapped her arms and legs like a rag doll. Changing partners I got to see Mike glide along with Andi. WOW. Andrew hung out with CJ and then we took the group for an early, 10:30, dinner at Filo. Filo has entertainment of a different kind. Watching the waiters and waitresses parade up and down the hallway from kitchen to customer is a show. They walk to the beat of the music that is tuned down in the background. You can feel the beat vibrate through the floor like a drum. If only I could teach Mike to find that beat in the tango. His beat is in his head to some unknown instrument or thought. Claude walked behind us for a few minutes clicking her fingers loudly to help Mike find the 1,2, 3, 4. He said, "I can't find it or hear it."
"So what?" I think every time. Go with the dance you feel and take me with you. Tonight we'll have our last "Stella fix" at the Dandi then on to watch Gustavo dance at Ideal. Winding down for our last few precious days here. Somber is the mood as the soon to see fast food restaurants ruin my mood. CJ said his first return trip to Dalton put him in cultural shock. How lucky to have 5 months here in an exchange program, but then how do you ever go back?
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