Beautiful and breathtaking

It was my first visit to a milonga in the capital of a country I’d never been to before. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, the people open and friendly. After strapping on my shoes, I helped myself to a drink at the make-shift bar, chose a seat and sat down. Looking around to get a feel for the place and see who was there, I caught the eye of a tall, elegantly dressed young man who smiled, winked and nodded towards the dance floor. As I smiled and nodded back, he came to my table and took my hand. We danced as if we’d been dancing for years. Instant connection, instant intimacy, instant bliss.

My first tanda in the strange city was the best of many more. When it ended, we held the embrace, savouring the moment, not wanting to let go. It was breathtaking and beautiful. He was just passing through, heading back the next day to a far off place I’ve also never been to but have long wanted to see. Perhaps now I’d like to see it a little bit more. My own stay in the capital lasted several days… my first visit, but certainly not my last.

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