Last night we tangoed right here on the patio of our casita. Kevin and Barbara are pros and are so gorgeous together. They are elegant and fierce and smoldering. I’m wondering if somehow tango means tangle because their legs strike and wrap, shoot and entangle. But before their demanded performance, Kevin taught me tango for an hour. And we tangoed. Yippee aye ay. I’ve gotta get way into this. He’s so freaking good, that I can do it, I mean, he’s got it analyzed, and I listen, and I apply, but mostly it’s body intuition on my part. But I’m going to have to find a partner who will dance tango with me.

 

Morgan was wonderful dancing salsa the other night, but it was really a little more like swing than salsa. So Kevin and I figured that Morgan would dance swango. And, I guess, swalsa.