I’ve moved house, I’ve danced, I’ve cooked… I’ve done a lot of things this past week.
And tonight I’m curling up with a book blog.
My favorite non-tango, non-Italy blog, My Marrakesh.
This woman’s tales of life in Marrakesh and her colorful photographs are simply delicious.
Enjoy!

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Dear anonymous leader,
Please do not lead forward ochos by digging your elbow into my side.  It feels crappy and makes my knees hurt.
Thank you.

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I’ve been wanting to write about this for a while, and after reading Miss Tango’s post called Porteños vs. the Others, as well as Elizabeth’s post called Owning It, I’m particularly inspired.
Here in Argentina, I notice something that I rarely see “up north” - the women move their hips. Watch just about any porteña […]

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…the rest of my life?
I have something I really want to say on this blog but don’t know if I can yet.  And it’s driving me crazy!!  It’s very good, exciting news but I have to keep it a secret just a while longer.  Ooooh!  I hate that.  I wanna tell you!!  Ah, I’ll wait. […]

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I got this off of Italy expat Jeff’s blog. Isn’t it wonderful? It’s by the Italian singer Zucchero.

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Gypsy souls are often misunderstood. I’ve had people say “Oh what a nice extended vacation you’re on!”
Vacation? Vacation from what?
Vacation is an escape - and I don’t feel like I am escaping. I am home. What is home? My home is myself - that’s the life of a nomad. […]

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I like what Elizabeth has to say about it (click here) - and the video she included in her post is something you should see.
I have so much I want to say about this but I just don’t know if I can.
You might also read what Miss Tango, who actually has immigrated here, has to […]

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BUENOS AIRES IS NOT A DISCOUNT OUTLET MALL!
So enough with the currency conversion calculations you make every time you buy something.   It’s annoying.
Humph!

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Chemin du Tango and I were sitting at a table at La Baldosa, across from each other. We were chit-chatting, when I saw her look up at someone or something behind me, and then look at me. She then proceeded to nod her head towards the dance floor while looking at me - […]

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