I confess, it’s late. 3am to be precise. That’s what you do here in Tango-land on Thursday nights, and I left early! The day began early with a tango class at 11:15am, included a concert in the early evening of top notch tango music, and finished after a lovely night of dancing with fellow students and teachers from tango school. My feet will enjoy a good night’s sleep.
How lovely it is to have reminders of special people who are no longer with us. For me, these moments happen mostly with music. I was at my tango class today learning how to do graceful ochos (figure eights) and the teacher put on some opera for us to practice to – none other than Délibes’ Flower Duet, which we played at my Nan’s funeral in July. As always, when she pops into my day, the sun was streaming through the dance studio windows and I felt her watching and smiling. Extra special that Nan and Pa used to tango when they were my age.