With two songs down in the tanda the music suddenly changed to milonga.
“My milonga’s a bit rusty”.
“Ah, we’ll give it a go”, she said.
It was true. I hadn’t danced a decent milonga in months. I had lost the rhythm, the mojo, the milonga.
I went on to dance my best milonga in a long time.
It happens.
There must be something to taking time away from dancing, Limerick. Every time I’ve been away from Tango for a while, when I return people always ask if I’ve been taking classes. Something does happen to our dance after an extended absence. As though we listen better, are more sensitive to the touch… something.
There would be comfort in that had I stayed away from milonga tandas over the last while, but I had kept bludgeoning away at it.