Tango for Idiots

Well, here I am...arrived in Buenos Aires with nothing more than a swelling of the cerebral cortex from jet lag and a sever lack of sleep. I thought flying half-way around the world would feel a bit more foreign than it has so far...maybe that has to do with the very European feel to BA. If one didn´t know better one may think this was Milan or Barcelona. But, none of those places eat as much meat or can boast as universal an institution as BA can boast of its Tango. And an institution it is here...it´s everywhere and they are proud of it. Rightly so, I might add. Its exotic and sensual and absolutely tantalizing to watch...it takes restraint to resist the urge to push the guy aside, take his lovely partner in your arms and dance her to the end of love, but then you remember that you were born with two left feel and an absolute ignorance of the style and subtle elegance that this duet requires. Oh well...maybe if I try hard enough at the Tango lesson I am about to emabrark upon some of those divine traits will rub off on me. Hey, a guy has to have hope....