And some patience evidently
I’ve quickly learnt that throwing yourself into the Latin American life has its consequences. Apparently getting up at 7am in the morning attending school until 1, going sightseeing in the afternoon, doing more studying, having dinner and then going out till the wee small hours in the morning only surviving on a few hours sleep a day is not good for your health! After 10 days with a cough that didn’t look like it was going to budge I finally gave in and went to see a doctor. A chance for me to put my limited Spanish into practice! It was a struggle but I managed to explain what was wrong with me by using a few key words and some over exaggerated miming. He finally gave me some antibiotics, told me to ‘rest’ and sent me on my way. He also told me as I was leaving that I needed to ‘accelerate my learning’ – cheers Doc like I wasn’t already aware of that! So this week has mainly involved going to school, studying and sunbathing in the park. I’ve been here for two weeks now so today I decided it was time to try my hand at some Tango. Tango is the national dance of Argentina and most porteños are fanatical about it so I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. The class was hmmm well interesting. How one is supposed to keep the tension in your arms whilst relaxing your shoulders and keep your chest pushed forwards escapes me entirely. In addition to this you are not allowed to bend your knees or look at your feet and you have to keep your hips still whilst all the while looking sad. The looking sad part is a must, Tango music is very nostalgic so no smiling allowed! Oh and the class was conducted entirely in Spanish – as if it wasn’t difficult enough already! Then there is the fact that Tango is a very intimate dance so your face and chest are inches away from your partners. This might not be so bad if the men that danced Tango were tall, dark and handsome. Ladies if you are reading this and want to come to Argentina to dance Tango with tall dark handsome Argentinian men your hopes will be quickly dashed. Most of them are short, fat and balding. Despite all evidence to the contrary I actually enjoyed the class – but I think the next time I experience Tango I might do it as a spectator rather than a participant. The moral of the story: watching two pros wearing beautiful clothes and dancing gracefully around a candlelit room is far more glamorous than clumsily stumbling around a brightly lit hall with a balding middle aged man.