South America

And so here we sit with the tart taste of Tempranillo (our new favorite vino) wet upon our lips, just having left the embrace of each other´s arms as we learned the Tango. As our love for Argentina grows with every new town and every new experience, so too does our love of the Tango flourish. We are ever humble, and so it is with a blush that we tell you that an observer of our lesson wondered which was the teacher - Eric or Kriya, and was amazed to learn that as we practiced on our own, it was only after our first lesson. So now emboldened, we have scheduled a private lesson with the Tango teacher extraordinar, Alejandra, tomorrow at our hotel.

Since our return from the jungle and the spectacular falls of Iguaçu, Buenos Aires, or BA as the locals affectionately refer to it, feels more and more like home. Today on our way to the train to leave to the city of Tigre we were pleasantly sidetracked by a full military band commemorating some long lost battle (or so we assumed), and amazed by the murals gut-wrenching in their depictions and oddly placed in a mall, that we never did make it onto the train. BA in all of its mystery wouldn’t let us leave her borders today for any other city.

We must leave you now for a Tango show in Palermo to be followed by a night of dancing. Of course we wish you were here with us now to dance the night away in the city of passions, the city of Tango, the city that feels more like home everyday.