I am super blessed.
beyond blessed!
The lady I live with, Yolie, goes to a tango lesson two times each week. She has one leg (she was hit by a bus five years ago) but dances really well.
She offered to take me to class with her.
But the day before class she wanted to show me someting. So we went on a walk. We went to Avenida 9 de Julio (the widest street in the world) and we walked to the obelisco (a famous monument in the middle of the street). I thought that was all she wanted to show me and then as we walked back to the bus stop on Avenida 9 de Julio, she stopped.
Is she OK? We´ve been walking a lot and I know it´s not easy for her. I went to grab her hand so we could walk and then she pointed to a HUGE theatre that said TANGO SHOW. On the sides of the theater were photos of tango dancers.
Wow! I thought. I´d love to see this! It´s got to be the best in the world if its on this street.
Then she pointed to a photo of a man and a woman dancing.
"Nuestro Professor." She said with a huge, proud smile on her face.
Did she just say what I think she said? No, I miss understood.ç
"Este hombre..." I pointed to the photo, "el va a enseñarnos esta noche?" My face was as white as a sheet.
"Si. He were be...our...teacher today." She said in broken english.
I looked up at the photo. My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomache.
HOLY SH&%&! I´m going to be tought be one of the best tango dancers in the world.
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We walked into the orthopedic studio where Yolie´s lessons are held each week. My face felt hot and I knew I was sweating. I hadn´t even started dancing yet! I sat in a chair, trying to look calm, as we waited for our famous teacher, Marcos, to arrive.
Five minutes later, in strides a tall...TALL argentinian with a huge smile on his boy-like face. This was Marcos. At just 22, he had already traveled the world, dancing and teaching tango.
Our first dance was horrible, I was a ball of nerves. But with time, it was easier and easier to dance with him. I hate to admit it, but I am a little attracted to him, so that doesn´t help at all. When we dance, I can´t see over his shoulder so I am forced to look at his broad, strong chest. I can see his heart beat vibrations in the vains on his neck and I just want to kiss him. Tango is a very sensual dance...
Can you believe how lucky I am?
THANK YOU GOD!
