Tonight was a real treat: Milonga is a style of tango that's relatively easy, and we went to a dance hall that included a lesson. Lots of fun, not at all touristy (unlike the Tango of last night), fun to participate and to watch.
Alas, I can't dance to save myself. No matter how much my Spanish accent improves, no one will ever mistake me for an Argentine. Still, I danced some, which made Becky happy, although I was actually more content watching. It reminded me of a high school dance, will the gals on one side and the guys on the other. But everyone danced with everyone else, in rapid succession and nice manners -- I can see why people really like this style of dance and getting together.
Dinner afterwards at the very chic "Casa Cruz" was ruined by cigarette smoke -- evidently the owner doesn't agree with the law and has just told people it's okay to smoke after midnight. I spoke with a waiter there who agreed it was illegal, but that the owner decided it was okay. I loved the atmosphere, because I'm easily impressed by fancy, stylish environments. Becky was less impressed (and very tired), but we both agreed the food was quite good.
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