Some years ago, Danny and I discovered Argentine tango. It was life changing. You can make art with your feet as well as your hands and dancing is a lovely antidote to long stints of sitting in front of a computer. Tango not only brought us to our feet, it took us all over the country and eventually to Buenos Aires, its birthplace. Along the way, we met many wonderful people. My first impression of one of our favorite Argentine teachers was that her hair smelled like a tropical paradise. I thought that heady scent must be as intoxicating to her partner as the swell of the bandoneon and the incomparable beauty of her dancing.
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