It has been two years since I started this blog…where did the time go? Here is one of the original posts. Enjoy!
Sometimes I need to go back to the beginning to re-examine and re-define why I dance tango. I have to feel the excitement and immense mystery in that moment of discovery.
I am always curious to hear how people found tango or what that first time was like for them. I fondly remember my initial tango experience.
Rewind to my hometown, a small community, and a weekend workshop with a visiting teacher from Buenos Aires. I had taken a few classes that day and went to the milonga that night wearing chinos and Doc Martin boots (yikes!). My Docs were the only shoes I owned that I could pivot in.
I watched this brand-new group dancing and thought, ‘Wow!’ , ‘Holy cow!’, and ‘Where have I been?’ The music stirred my soul and I thought the dancing was magical. Then the Teacher asked me to dance and I, in a panic, said, ‘No, no, no. I will just watch.’ But he replied, ‘the only way to learn, is to do.’ So off I went for my first real tango dance while wearing casual chinos and black Doc Martin boots with purple laces. I am pretty sure I was horrendous but my teacher suffered through it with grace and elegance. I couldn’t have asked for a better introduction.
Since that day, over ten years ago, I have not stopped learning and discovering. Tango has given me a beautiful community and has enriched my life. But to be clear I haven’t danced in my Doc Martins since! 🙂
When was the first time you saw/heard/experienced Argentine Tango? What was that experience like for you?