I took my adorable 3 year old son to an outdoor milonga last Friday night. He seemed more interested in climbing stairs, using some smooth rocks as sliders and running and jumping around. But from time to time, he was doing all this following the music. By the time we had to go home, he was already holding my hands and only wanted to dance on the tight dance floor. Which it was way to dangerous for a 3 feet tall person!
But what made me so happy was that he keep saying: “All the way home, I want to dance Tango all the way home” (holding my hands). And that’s exactly how I felt when I started dancing Tango!!! I was fourteen years old and I remember practicing my Tango steps on the patio right below my building. Oh, I loved it so much… and still do!!! :))