Jesus ( Not the Easter One) and the S-L-O-W Walk

So here we are dancing every day- 15 in a row- and sometimes more than 2 hours. Jesus gives us a 1 hour lesson and what do we do for the hour. WALK. This walk just about did us in. Mike is hobbling around ever since and my feet are mostly in hot water for hours. This walk was painfully slow. We'd go slow and he'd say slower. We'd go slower and he' say slower. Slower than watching grass grow. Jesus, on the floor, planting my feet and then holding my hips level. 1 hour of this over and over. Almost at the end of the hour I said, "Oh, Jesus!". Mike's eyes widened and he suppressed a laugh. I laughed inside. Before our next lesson with this wonderful instructor I promised I'd practice every day. Now my dance is changing and flowing along gracefully. A little magic from an hour of slow walking. The lesson was at one of our favorite studios on Belgrano. After we climbed the stairs Severio greeted us like lost family. Even though Jesus and Severio speak no English we all laugh when he finds out that Mike and he are the same age and he has been dancing for 61 years and Mike for only 2 1/2. Tango binds us to so many.