It´s all in the hips...

I now know the difference between these glorious Latinos and the rest of us poor Germanic/Asian/whatever sods. Well, at least the difference as my teacher Lydia (a different one to the one I am living with) would have us believe.

It lies in the ability to make your buttocks look like a fight between two cats in a sack any time you hear something that even suggests the shadow of a rhythm. To move with the hips, not with the arms and feet.

And she´s right. These people really do know how to move their bodies. The term ´Sex on legs´ has never been more appropriately applied. (Her impression of the way the rest of us dance, really didn´t do a lot to endear her to me. Apparently
everyone else looks like a complete tool on the dancefloor. And here I thought it was just me.)

This relevation was expressed around 2am on a Saturday morning, after we had been treated to a ravishing display of tango dancing. Did you know there are two major schools of tango dancing - street and stage? Or how about the fact that each school has around 6 or 7 major variations. If you didn´t, you do now.

The couple we saw went through around 7 costume changes, and clearly had being dancing together for a very long time. The fluidity and precision with which they moved their hips and legs was almost beyond belief. Good thing too, otherwise I don´t think Mr Tango Dancer would have had much chance of fathering children. I thoughtlessly had not brought my camera, however I chanced over the same couple a few days later in the street and a photo of them is just below this entry.

Lydia then insisted upon taking me onto the dance floor to see if she could eliminate the rememants of that yucky Irish heritage. I am not sure if she suceeded as I don´t remember too late into the night, but I have the feeling that I was the subject of much amusement for some time. She suggested that I take lessons. Maybe, mayhap.

What a pity I didn´t take my camera, no?

Hasta luego, guys and gals.

Rock and Roll.

Paddy.