I went to my first proper tango class last night. Wow, it’s really different to salsa, you can lead without touching your partner, but at the same time the concentration by both leader and follower is intense. Basically you need to keep your chests at equal distance and your shoulders square, and the guy can lead the girl to turn or to step or to just change weight to the other foot on the spot. It’s quite a trip to have a woman paying so much attention for once :-)

In other news, we had a ‘teambuilding’ meeting last night during which I discovered how expensive scotch is in Santa Barbara, at least it is if you pick an 18-yr-old single malt and your boss is paying (oops).

A funny old day today, I got dragged out of the office for a morning walk, a lunchtime walk and an afternoon ‘teambuilding’ and every single time I was on the verge of unserstanding what I was trying to do. I’m here, slightly inebriated, slightly after hours, and trying to make sense of the fevered notes I made just before heading of to hotel El Encanto (which is a great place to go if you don’t mind selling one of your yachts to afford the suite) for the meeting. Tonight’s Viswanadh’s and my weekly trip out for a curry, and though it’s salsa I think I’m all danced out from the tango last night.

Oh I forgot to mention: the tango teacher mentioned there was live music and dancing at cafe buenos aires so I went there for food and had the first bread that tasted right since getting here! I don’t know what they do to everything here, but I’ve found the flavours really odd for a week or so… come to think of it I stopped smelling the outside air so maybe I’ve just acclimatised now.