The last of the afternoon sun shimmered on the water at Annapolis City Dock. It was the second Friday of the month and after a long hiatus, the monthly Milonga had returned. Seated in folding white chairs we listened and watched. Argentine Tango. A live performance of music and dancers. Subtle and passionate. Smooth andContinue reading “Starting Over. Learning the Nuances of Argentine Tango.”
We’re moving through a fuzzy moment in time. Pleased to socialize, but warily looking over our shoulders.
If I am feeling irritable from being cooped up too long, a little dancing will make me laugh. Peter is a good partner and he doesn’t step on my toes.