The Great Unfolding
It was unseasonably cold and rainy. I thought tango was moved to Tuesday night, but in an instant it changed. Gotta learn to flow in Mexico. So, I secured a nanny and my teacher picked me up and another friend in town from Queretaro. We bought some wine and mezcal. She laughed and said that we definitely love tango or we wouldn’t be trying to go out in …
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