Surfing through tango... and life (Vilnius, Lithuania)

This weekend, spending those countless hours in the milonga like so many times before, i was reminded of a friend's description of surfers sitting at the seaside, waiting for a wave big enough to pull them onto their boards and out to sea. Like them, we seem totally immersed in this semi-religious cult that requires immense concentration even when not actively participating. Reading, facebooking, even talking for more than the mere essentials all seem to deduct from the experience, and those who do it will require more effort to enter the proper mindset when stepping onto the dance floor.

And like the surfers on the Atlantic coast, we too are willing to devote a large part of our lives to the simple quest of the one wave that will justify all the sacrifices of time, energy and attention. In our case, the right music is the wave that pulls us out of our chairs, and upon hearing it, we focus on selecting the right person with whom to experience the emotions it brings. For the biggest waves, you need the sturdiest surfing boards, but even more importantly, you need full trust that together, you can catch the highest crest, and afterwards, return happy but exhausted to the shore.