Oh My God

I leave three weeks from today. THREE WEEKS!

And I am not even ready. I haven’t even thought about the getting ready part! I just keep thinking it’s so far away. I need to get all of my things in order. I need to pack (that will wait until the last few days before I go - hey, last time, I had JUST moved from Italy and only had three days before going to Argentina, and I managed to successfully pack)… I need to clean up my things and store them. I need to find a subletter!! My cousin needs a new place from what I hear and I might see if I can strike a deal with him, as he’d like it here and it would give him a good base from which to look at apartments, etc. I have to bug my landlord about the exact rules on subletting so I can play by the book. I’ve been trying to get an answer for a week now, and she is waiting to hear from the owners/management company on what exactly my options are. Man, I need to know now!  It’s allowed but I need to know the formalities.

I just realized that since I no longer have an amor waiting for me en el Sur, I have to contact the agency where I got my apartment in BsAs and organize airport pick-up. I get there on a Saturday morning. I already see myself taking a good long nap and then getting up to go dancing. Because I’m like that.

What else… I have no idea. I have to clean my room. This cold really knocked me on my ass and so I have clothes piled up that haven’t been folded, towels & sheets to go in the wash. I need to vacuum.

My roommate knitted me a scarf and left it outside my bedroom door last night. Isn’t that sweet? I’m so touched. I have three more weeks in which to wear it.

AND THEN I’M GOING TO BUENOS AIRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tonight is the really nice once-a-month milonga at the Century Ballroom. If you are in Seattle and read this and have not gone to that milonga, please go. It’s really great. And you can drink Chandon.

Oh, last night I met a nice older man at the practica (I was feeling better so decided to go dancing). I had never seen him before. The girl that organizes the practica told me that he had just moved back to Seattle after a long time away, and that he had learned tango in Buenos Aires. Cool! She suggested that I talk to him.

So I sat down with him, and he was very nice. If I remember our conversation correctly, he has never seen Tango outside of Buenos Aires. So he was a little culture-shocked at how people were dancing - certainly not in a bad way, just in a “hmmmm this is really different!” way. He enjoyed himself, and plans to come to more milongas. We danced, and while he said a few times that he was very nervous, it was nice, and I thought it was cool to see that he had that embrace and that walk. He definitely learned in Buenos Aires. I looked in the mirror as we were passing it, and it looked like I was dancing with an old milonguero. Too cool! A preview for what is to come. It turns out that he misses it so much and likes it so much that he’s about to go back down to Buenos Aires for a couple of months, and plans to keep learning. We compared notes on milongas, we like a lot of the same ones, so it will be fun if I run into him down there. It’s always nice to welcome newcomers to the Seattle scene - and this one was certainly unique!