Yesterday, I spent a great day by myself reading and studying this new book I have called The Big Leap. It’s all about how to break out into new, higher levels of abundance, love and success. The book teaches how the mind will sabotage us when we are on the verge of going past our happiness or love or abundance limits, and teaches how to identify that when it’s happening and push past it.
So, when I got back to my hotel, it’s no surprise that I suddenly started to feel lonely and sad. I am working on breaking into a higher level of love for my self, so my mind was obviously just resisting that. Textbook.
So, I decided to push through it and do something fun with my self. I put on a cute shirt and some lipstick, and went out to this place called La Catedral, where they teach beginner tango lessons in an informal, club-like setting.
When I pulled up to the place, I was a little nervous. It looked closed and the building was covered in graffiti. The cab driver yelled out to confirm they were open before dropping me, and up the industrial staircase I went. Once inside, the place looked like an artists studio – high ceilings with rafters, original artwork inspired by tango covering old brick walls, and colored lanterns and candles casting an ambient light.
The class was only about an hour long, and I learned some very basic moves. Then, I sat down for a glass of wine and my new favorite food (empanadas with cheese and pumpkin) to watch other people dance.
While I ate, a table of guys next to me sent over a drink and invited me to join them. I hesitated at first, but decided to go for it.
Turns out, two of them were physicists and one a lawyer. They all spoke English, but insisted on speaking in Spanish so I could learn. That obviously led to some funny/awkward moments since my Spanish is very choppy, but they were gracious.
Soon, one of them took me out for a dance. I warned him – “this is my very first time dancing the tango!” He said, “Relax. Close your eyes, and just follow me.”
When I did that, I magically became a real tango dancer, and was floating across the floor with grace and ease. After the set, all of the guys insisted that I have “the blue note” – a natural feeling for the music of tango. Sentimentido – I was “feelin it.”