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15 days of lessons- then Johana
All the figures run together in a blur and the worst part of this is that I hate figures.
Johana was so kind to take Mike and me into a separate room at the Museum of Tango at the Academia and work with us on basic walking for an hour.The floor was slippery , newly waxed, and I kept sliding nervously off my axis.
Julio wet a towel and put it in the corner where we could plant our feet every few minutes. My dancing has NEVER been worse and Mike was no better. All the skating lessons we had before our pairs competition didn’t help -the slippery floor worked under us like a sheet of ice. The 2 ½ years of hard work since we started with Johana in November of 06 fell away into awkward nonfeeling tango- the tango I can't tolerate. The more I worried about what she was thinking the worse I danced. Side step, short step, l-o-o-o-ng step. The V. Reach back, push back. Finally the last tango and we were free to stare at beautiful Antonella. Mike held her for a picture then we went to the street and hopefully better days ahead. Giving up the skating was easy. After all, 1 broken arm and 1 dislocated shoulder somehow meant I'd had enough. After this lesson I think giving up the tango might be the best choice for my old bones and broken little toe. Ah! But what to do with the 3 new pairs of 3" heels and all the many little leather flower shoe adornments that I bought for myself and as gifts. David at Tango 8 in Abasto has them made locally. These little clip-on flowers make the old shoes look elegant and new. A steal for 25 pesos a pair. My entrepreneurial mind says why don’t we buy 500 pairs and sell them in the US at dance events. Mike says let's sell them as a non-profit organization and pour the money back into the tango community in some way to promote the dance. I like the non-profit idea, of course.