Si, dovevo dirlo e, soprattutto, dovevo farlo.
In quest'ultimo week end, elena ed io siamo stati in camargue, per cercare un pò di relax.
Siamo filosoficamente un pò lontani dal tango già da qualche mese e quindi non siamo partiti dicendoci: "niente tango in questo week end".
Era implicito.
Anche se vedo elenuzza che spinge verso tango, sometimes can take me to milonga and every time I come back satisfied.
Sunday afternoon in a hotel, let us click the blood clot and a milonga. Delirious tango, in full withdrawal, thirsty for tango!
We find a milonga in Nimes (by the exquisite Pedro) and head covering, like the old days, like 60 km 6 and dance till you drop.
We met many friends, some known to trielle, others somewhere.
One of them tells me that continues to come on the blog every day. And I, of course, I feel a little Merdin ....
Why do I see the hit counter that there are friends who are every day and expect me to do something. And I do not do anything.
who read me in recent months knows that the return trips, for me, are manna philosophical.
About 400 km, many thoughts.
I come.
course, early rust will not be leaving with the thousands of internships and the many milongas, but I get back.
not only for the tango, not only for the blog, especially for friends.
elenuzza And, most recently danced with the dachshund, while dancing.
Friday evening we have a show with friends giokitango (www.giokitango.it) in Genoa in the magnificent Villa Piantelli.
I can say I'm back, without to speak ....
The next stage will do, is to Sabine and Julio (www.gringotango.it) are lofty and friends, what I want more?
I embrace you and ... I'll see you at the milonga!
Giò.
