Building Bridges

It was not without some trepidation that we returned to Pant. I have not been since we left the Chester class and I had no idea the reception we would get. Of course the longer I left it the harder it was going to be for me; so it was time to bite the bullet, so to speak and see if I would be as welcomed as promised.

To be fair the reception we did get was warm, whilst I was having some trouble overcoming my nervousness, nobody else seemed to notice.

The music as always was good, only one track as a sop for the Nuevo crowd, but more of that later.

Everyone was so welcoming, wanting to know where we had been and what we had been up to.

It was a joy to see Carlos there; it gave me a chance to practice my Argentine Spanish and Viv a chance to dance again with a Porteño. I will not list names as I am bound to miss some out, but suffice it to say there were many old friends and every one was a joy to dance with.

My chance to practice came when a Chris Rea track came on; Carlos was puzzled thinking it was a Cortina. I am not going to complain as it was good to have a chance to rest, and of course, a chance to practice my lunfardo. As the next track came on he was up again and dancing with Viv and I grabbed the next available woman. All was well with the world and I lost myself again to the music.

I have lost track of the time we have been away, and many of those ladies who had been struggling when I was last here now danced with a confidence that gave no clue as to how they used to dance. Never the less when they asked “how was my dancing” they seemed not to believe me when I said “wonderful”. I am not a part of the teaching here now, so I am not about to coach as I dance, but I do not lie easily, so you ladies must trust me when I say how good you are.

Finally when it was time to leave, we said our goodbyes, but I could not leave without saying goodbye to Sharon. She unfortunately was dancing; I hope that my nod to her across the floor was enough to start the bridge building. I am not the quintessential people person and as such must move slowly. We will start with a nod attend a few more milongas and see where we go.

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3 responses to “Building Bridges

  1. tangobob

    No Janis, not here I’m afraid, the cabeceo does not work at most venues in this country. Still some have practiced it across the dining table at my house, there is hope.
    You know I am basically a shy person, I just come out when I know and trust those around me. If I am on edge I let it show too much.
    We miss you too and Buenos Aires.

  2. Bernadette

    What’s a ‘lunfardo’?

    Lunfardo is the language of the Porteños, the dockers and people of Buenos Aires. I have a dictionary of lunfardo as big as my Spanish dictionary.

  3. jantango

    “I grabbed the next available woman” — what? you mean you aren’t practicing the cabeceo?

    “not a quintessential people person” — I’m gobsmacked to know you feel that way. I heartily disagree. You are a likeable guy, so genuine and honest.

    I miss you and Viv.

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