Rachel in MilanAirport Again
Monday now,onmy way home adhave some time to kill in Milan Airport. So I am sittingata funny little machine with a dradful keyboard - will edit this later! - and hope that it will stay working long enough for me to post a brief note. It has alrady spat my phonecard out once so maybe this will all be lost.
Anyway,had a nice enogh flight here,sitting next to a sweet young Belgian man on his way home frma month inBs As with his girlfriend. I made him promise to try the tango next timehe is over there. I have wandered around the airport and can confirm that it is rather dull and I still have a couple of hours before my flight to London. Long enough I suppose for the baggage handlers to rifle through my stuff and take out my fabulous new shoes... please God can the tiny tiny padlock scare them off!
I will write more about the last couple of days inBs As when I get to London but oddly enough I ended up back inSalon Canning both nights, even thogh tha had probably beenmy least favourite milonga. The concert I was rushing off to on Friday night was a real treat - it was the Buenos Aires Tango Orchestra playing in a splendid hall inside the Congresso building, and they wre joined by an old maestro whose ninety-first birthday it was; Carlo Garcia. The music was fantastic and it was a vry emotional occasion for a lot of the musicians. Aftr that Belen and her friend Gabriella andI wnt to a parilla on Corrientes, where I had my second steak of the day... what a life! We sat there chatting about everything and soon it was close to one in the morning. They reckoned that Canning was the best bet, despite my reservations, so off we went. Actually it was pretty much as I had experienced it whenI wnt alone: lots of cliques and not much room on the dance floor. We did stay for the exhibition dances, which wre much better than the previous lot, then went around the corner to the Armenian club, which was much better. I danced a few but we didn't stay long. It was a really lovely evening and different to have girly company.
Saturday was a running around day, not entirely successful butI did get a couple of small things to take back, and go to Flabella's in time to collect the shoes they'd made me. Funnily enogh, I bumped into American Francis at the Obelisk, who came with me to the shoe shop and then on to Tortoni for one last taste of their hot chocolate. That took up the only possible slack in my day so I neither packed nor got over to the Sofitel for Michael & Oswaldo. I had my last lesson with Romina and Carlos early evening, then went on out to Palrmo for dinner with Kikki, Francis and some Argentinian friends of theirs before heading - again - round toCanning for my last milonga. I think I have mentioned before that Saturday night is really for couples and that was indeed the case atCanning. However thatwas its redeeming point thatnight - you could actually see the floor and use it for more thanshuffling about. Being ina group, there was no problem withthe cliquiness either, so it was not a bad send-off.
I got home a little after three and started packing. It took long enough, even though I didn't have to spend time deciding what to take. Still, I managed a couple of hours of sleep and a good shower befor the landlord came at nine on Sunday to give me back my deposit and get his keys. This machine ismaking funny noses now,so I will sign off and publish this before it disappears! Mor later, R
Anyway,had a nice enogh flight here,sitting next to a sweet young Belgian man on his way home frma month inBs As with his girlfriend. I made him promise to try the tango next timehe is over there. I have wandered around the airport and can confirm that it is rather dull and I still have a couple of hours before my flight to London. Long enough I suppose for the baggage handlers to rifle through my stuff and take out my fabulous new shoes... please God can the tiny tiny padlock scare them off!
I will write more about the last couple of days inBs As when I get to London but oddly enough I ended up back inSalon Canning both nights, even thogh tha had probably beenmy least favourite milonga. The concert I was rushing off to on Friday night was a real treat - it was the Buenos Aires Tango Orchestra playing in a splendid hall inside the Congresso building, and they wre joined by an old maestro whose ninety-first birthday it was; Carlo Garcia. The music was fantastic and it was a vry emotional occasion for a lot of the musicians. Aftr that Belen and her friend Gabriella andI wnt to a parilla on Corrientes, where I had my second steak of the day... what a life! We sat there chatting about everything and soon it was close to one in the morning. They reckoned that Canning was the best bet, despite my reservations, so off we went. Actually it was pretty much as I had experienced it whenI wnt alone: lots of cliques and not much room on the dance floor. We did stay for the exhibition dances, which wre much better than the previous lot, then went around the corner to the Armenian club, which was much better. I danced a few but we didn't stay long. It was a really lovely evening and different to have girly company.
Saturday was a running around day, not entirely successful butI did get a couple of small things to take back, and go to Flabella's in time to collect the shoes they'd made me. Funnily enogh, I bumped into American Francis at the Obelisk, who came with me to the shoe shop and then on to Tortoni for one last taste of their hot chocolate. That took up the only possible slack in my day so I neither packed nor got over to the Sofitel for Michael & Oswaldo. I had my last lesson with Romina and Carlos early evening, then went on out to Palrmo for dinner with Kikki, Francis and some Argentinian friends of theirs before heading - again - round toCanning for my last milonga. I think I have mentioned before that Saturday night is really for couples and that was indeed the case atCanning. However thatwas its redeeming point thatnight - you could actually see the floor and use it for more thanshuffling about. Being ina group, there was no problem withthe cliquiness either, so it was not a bad send-off.
I got home a little after three and started packing. It took long enough, even though I didn't have to spend time deciding what to take. Still, I managed a couple of hours of sleep and a good shower befor the landlord came at nine on Sunday to give me back my deposit and get his keys. This machine ismaking funny noses now,so I will sign off and publish this before it disappears! Mor later, R
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