For the past week or so I have been deprived, of tango and of modern technology. I am working out in the middle of nowhere, which is lovely in one sense, but torturous in others.
I feel disconnected, separated, and a little uneasy at this. However I am also having a wonderful time. Go figure....
I have found out that there is a local tango practica on Tuesdays, so I am going to check it out, but I have no idea what I am going to find, I’ll make sure to report back after Tuesday, but here I sit today, one week without tango and I fear atrophy.
On the other hand, I am working long hours, and really don’t seem to have any time to really do much else. Which is good, as where I am staying has no TV and no internet of any sort. I am going to upload this tomorrow (Sunday – my only day off) at the café in town which has free wifi.
But here I sit tonight, Saturday night, after working a long day, and missing out on the once a month all night milonga in Providence. Sorin is there. And I am imagining a room full of happy tango people, and I am not there. Somehow, that is not right. And somehow, I am disturbed that I am now eyeing projects and work with the added dilemna of “Is there tango?”
Someone bring me some tango please. My shoes are starting to gather dust, and my legs are restless…. And I fear the return of the blah-leo if I don’t get a dance soon!