they were that in order to become a better tango dancer I had to, firstly learn how to embrace a perfect stranger... and mean it. something I have never been very good at, something that my sister could teach me a lot about.
but more importantly, and what would help with that is that I had to learn to have faith in someone again. trust that they will take care of me in a difficult situation, not let me fall, and that together we can make something beautiful. I have to learn to let go and to not be in complete control.
this is in order, of course to become a better tango dancer.
after tonight's milonga, I felt ready to throw in the hat and leave Buenos Aires a mediocre tango dancer. that was until I realised, that perhaps I could get more from this than just a fancy gancho. after all, there's no doubt I can do the moves, but what I realised late in the evening, is that there is something holding me back. something key, something that if only I could unlock it, I could swing a boleo with the best of them, all the while smiling inside, while trusting in myself and my partners.
and so my homework for my last few weeks in Buenos Aires, is to learn to let go a little. put my dancing in somebody else's charge. and to channel my inner portena. and perhaps to not give myself such a hard time and to just let go, stop thinking so god damn much.
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