Mari Travels with Tango

Sometimes, being caught in the middle of a human whirlpool of kicking legs and shoving elbows during a powerful Troilo tanda can be the magic formula for re-discovering your dance. Besides that Troilo being one of the very few tandas that I liked, other magic ingredients were the tightening circle of wild energy around us, the ever-shrinking space, and without a doubt, the determined calmness of my wonderful leader that did the trick. It was a bizarre, unique experience, and I emerged from it feeling rejuvenated, relieved - and very, very grateful.

Leaving Tallinn after another weekend of tango. Feeling relieved that the all-encompassing, almost suffocating sense of self-doubt and meaninglessness that has plagued my dancing seems to have eased off. Perhaps it was all the laughing, the late-night sight-seeing tour or the vanilla- (and rabarber) flavoured refreshments, or simply the precious company of friends that lifted the veil of desperation just when I was starting to think all was lost. Today, catching glimpses of the joy that has been missing from my dancing felt like the first real sign of spring.