Day 12. Private 1. Picked up where I had left.

I was bit anxious before the class. Took the bus from the apartment all the way to Javier's place, costs: $2 pesos. I've been saving quite a few pesos since gotten used to take the buses. Besides, I feel like getting to know the city more.

I felt more comfortable with them this time. We chatted a little. Andrea asked me how things are. I told her that it was hard for me to dance well in New York. Few has the embrace. She laughed: "move here." Don't tempt me!

We started with a Di Sarli. I felt that I was a bit tense, but overall OK. Correction time:

Walk: I had it last time. After dancing in NY for a few months, my walk got weak.

Embrace: I tended to embrace the woman. Nope, let the woman find her embrace first, then finish my embrace with her.

Attitude: Grounded and relax. Open up the elbow, expand the chest.

Giros: Let the woman go first, then follow.

There were other techniques that will free myself from leading but dancing. The second song, I had fixed the walk, the embrace and the attitude. I was still not sure the mechanics of the giros.

Then Javier continued stressing the concept of feeling nature in the dance, how to resolve problem with solution. It will take me some time to digest what he and Andrea said. I know if I understand it, my dance will go up another level.

Tina arrived around 8:00pm for her private. Since we started late, she was waiting on the balcony.

I got more comfortable with Andrea and was playing with the music at some point. She was actually playing along and seemed to enjoy it. There were some information to be digested. But I was glad that there was no major issue to work on. And at a point, Javier actually was happy with the way I handled pauses and the flow of the dance.

Time flied, I felt exhausted at the end of the class. Went back to the apartment and had dinner. Took a nap before heading out to a milonga.

Day 11. Canning

Had a slow day. Took it easy during daytime and went out to Zival to pick up a few more CDs. I had been looking for a particular one: Grandes Del tango 16 Miguel Calo. This was third time that I came back to look for it. The guy kept telling me come back manana. Surely it was not on the rack. It was in stock, just that they never bothered to put it on the rack.

I saw the guy and spoke with him: " it is not there." Finally he gestured me to the counter, punched in a few keys, looked, picked up the phone and spoke a few words rapidly. Then he told me:"two minutes." and ran upstairs. Four minutes after he came down with the CD that I'd been looking for. Actually I just wanted one version of " Nada" from the album. But I was happy to finally have it. This time I have bought about 35 cds, which brings my tango collection over 150 cds and 20GB of itune. Quite a collection to sort through.

Went to Canning around 12:00pm. It was a slower night than last Monday, because of the rainy weather. Saw Tina and CDT sitting at a front row table. Waved at them and sat down a couple of tables behind them.

The floor was actually not very crowded. The floor craft was semi decent, not that many nuevo turn close embrace kind of dancers. First dance went to a portena who doesn't know who Javier Rodriguez or Andrea Misse is. "Too many Javier Rodriguez here " she said. I smiled.

What a contrary to our idea of tango stars. Here all the youtube heros are just regular folks who happen to dance tango. Julio y Corina were sitting a few tables away. When I danced with CDT, we were dancing right behind them. The nervousness of dancing right next to the top dancers is gone. To me, they are just another couple sharing the same floor. And they are better not space hogs. :) (most of them aren't)

Then I saw the gringa with whom I danced at Sunderland. I was very happy to see her. She later came over and we had a very nice tanda. Her embrace was so good. She had very clear and strong foot work that I knew exactly where her foot was. She was also having this "disassociation" that is typical of very good followers. It was a very very pleasant tanda with her, even though the music was uninspiring. She mentioned that my postures, especially the way my left arm holds, reminded her what her private teacher: Alejandra Martinian said about man's left hand should place like holding a piano. I told her that it was taught by Javier. We smiled. It was so nice to have danced with someone who learned the same way. We exchanged our e-mails after the tanda . And she went off to dance with a friend of hers.

Gus came in with his friend. It was so happened that one of the seats at my table was available. So he sat down right next to me and we had some chats. He was sounding more and more like Javier. " I have headache watching these people dancing. So many bad postures. The leader's head leans back, stomach sticks out. No wonder they can only do giros, can't walk." I agreed: few people can walk straight on the floor except a few old milongueros.

Talked about old milongueros: Tina introduced me to the low key but respectfully PS. I watched him dance. The 72 old man still has impeccable posture: straight back, strong lead and quiet walk. I am hoping that I could learn some Milonga con Traspie from him. I love Milonga con Traspie. A tanda of milonga (again so-so music selection) with Tina later, I was determined to improve my MCT. I could feel the potential that I have at it.

I had my good share of tango tonight. I was happier. The rest of the night I just chatted with Tina and her friend and watched the floor. The music wasn't really good. To be honest, my experience with female DJs hasn't been fantastic so far. Their selection of tandas tended to be on the even tempo side, lack of fire and energy; too mellow for my taste. In tango, man dictates the interpretation of the music. Andrea once told me: " you have to let me know how you want the song danced." I need to feel the music. The music that a DJ plays should get me off my seat and look around for partner. I didn't feel that urge once during the whole night. Gus felt the same way tonight: " What's wrong with this DJ?"

I couldn't wait to hear what Javier and Andrea say about my dance later tonight. Stay tuned...

Day 11. Nostalgia

Woke up this morning feeling down. It might sound strange to some people, but I am actually missing New York. It might be the fatigue. That would effect one's mood. Or it might be the beer that I had before went to bed last night. Or the combination of both.

I logged on to Facebook to checked out the photos of last night's milonga in New York, posted by a fellow tanguera. Seeing the familiar faces put a little smile on my face. As I said before, it is not where you dance, it is with who you dance.

Don't get me wrong. I am enjoying Buenos Aires and enjoying the friends here as more of them are coming. I am experiencing tango in different ways and absorbing it from different perspectives. I have been living in two different cultures: Chinese and American. Now through tango I am living in the third.

Sometimes, you don't miss something or someone until they are thousands miles away. I am sure I will be missing Buenos Aires, like I did, and the people whom I grow to like by the time I get back to New York. As I was younger, I had this strong feeling of nostalgia. Maybe it was because I went to live in a foreign land by myself when I was young. That feeling has gone for a few years while I had been living a more stable life: stable job, stable friends and a stable relationship (even it was rocky). One day , se fue, gone the relationship, gone the life that I had planned. Though I still have the stable job and stable friends.

My heart has found a place in tango. It is also a place that I travel with caution. I learned to shield and turn away certain feeling in the dance. And there are certain songs that I am reluctant yet longing to dance to. Tango without feeling is very unsatisfied. Feeling in tango is hard to find. I savor each of those deeply connected tandas. Each of them is nostalgic.

Day 10. Barrio Chino, El Beso

Woke up in the afternoon. Felt really sluggish. Had a Heineken for lunch and went to have a nap till early evening. Text the tango bloggers and decided to go for Chinese food at Barrio Chino.

It had been raining hard the last few days. Humbolt y Santa Fe, exactly where I stayed last time, was flooded. That section was closed. The taxi had to take another route. I felt lucky that I didn't stay the same apartment this time. I would have had unpleasant experience.

We went to the same restaurant. The food was decent enough. Every one was full and felt sleepy afterwards. The fatigue had been slowly seeped in. I didn't feel the urge to dance. Tina y CDT were going to El Beso. We took the bus 60 back.

I went to El Beso after dropped by the apartment and changed. I thought I lost the interest of dancing this night. Only danced a tanda with the portena whom I danced before. And a fucking guy led his partner into my elbow. He stopped and pull my elbow down in the middle of the dance. I was pissed. It must be my look. If I were a porteno, he wouldn't have done it.

I didn't say anything but kept my elbow where it was. This is the way I dance. I don't change just because you tell me so. Who are you to tell me how to hold my arm? I am a very sensitive and careful dancer who knows enough to take shit from a schmuck. Later I saw him lecturing the fellowers with whom he danced.

During the break in between songs, he came at me again. Pointed to my arm and said something like: per favor, keep it in. I gave him one of my stares, turned my face to the portena I was. dancing with. She shook her head, and told me in English " Don't mind him." I mumble: "stupid Locos." She nodded.

That was enough to finish the night for me. I didn't feel like dancing again. I chatted with Gus a bit, who came in later and sat next to me by the bar. I was getting impatient with the scene. Maybe I was tired, or the level of dancing was low. I felt uninspired watching the floor.

I took off early around 2:00am.

Day 9. Consagrados, Sunderland, La Virtua

Took a night off on Friday. Too tired to go out. Stayed in watching the 13 going on 30 by Jennefer Garnder. Actually learned a few words in Spanish because of the subtitle.

Saturday, woke up early around 11:00am and had breakfast before went to my 1:00pm massage session. Relaxed and got ready for a night of tango.

First stop: los Consagrados, a milonga para portenos. Got there around 7:00pm. Cherie y Ruben were already there. So was Tina. The group got bigger as the night went on. By now, I have some regular portenas to dance with. We had champagne, chatted and time went by before I knew it. It was 10:15pm when the La Cumparsita was played.

Time to hit the next stop: Sunderland. It was a trip out from Nino Bien. The cab driver didn't even know the exact location. TG, Tina was there to give direction and talked to driver. 30 peso and thirty minutes later, we were at Sunderland. Again without reservation, Tina used her magic to get us a table right next to the floor.

The place was less crowded than last week. I actually enjoyed the tandas with Tina and La Chemin du Tango, who joined us later. Javier y Andrea will be performing on March 15. We are planning to come back and have a big table that night.

Geraldin and Ezequiel came in around 2:00am and sat at the next table. Tina couldn't help but kept looking at Geraldin's feet. "Those, must be custom made." Women and shoes.



Gustavo came in his posse. We chatted a little about milongas. He's been away from the popular ones now. That's why I haven't seen him around till this night.

We left around 3:15am and caught a cab to La Viruta. It was my first time to Viruta. It is more like a night club for people who dance tango. Dim lights, young crowd,gorgeous women...good place for pick up, flirtation and muchos besos. It is an interesting place. I might come back another time to explore.

It was 6:30am Sunday morning by the time I got back to the apartment. It had been a long day. :)