Sunday, August 08, 2010
At a family barbecue, of which there were many in my three weeks in Argentina, I met the girlfriend of one of my husband's cousins. This beautiful, funny, engaging young woman was excited to practice her English on me and answer the many questions I had as well as she could. She had a few for me too. "So what do you think of tango?" I told her that I thought the music was beautiful, but I wasn't sure the dancing itself moved me the way it clearly moved other people.
"Asado, mate, humita, tango," she said, as she pressed one hand over the other on her chest. "These are us."