(UPDATE: The two examples below are based on true stories that I witnessed with my own eyes.)
Dear innocent, unsuspecting newbie to the traditional milongas of Buenos Aires, a few suggestions to make your transition into milonguera life a bit smoother.
1. It’s winter in Buenos Aires and very cold at night, so you subject yourself to throwing on a pair of trousers under that dress for the cold commute between home and the milonga. I totally understand that and have done it myself. We all do it. When it’s cold it’s cold.
But what makes you think it’s logical and classy to change OUT of your trousers in front of everyone at the milonga? What makes you think we want to be distracted from cabeceo-ing to watch you hike up your dress and pull down your pants? And I know you think you are being discreet, but the traditional milongas are very well-lit, and do you think for a minute that the men don’t notice it? Because they do. If only you knew what they were thinking. Then again, maybe you don’t want to know.
Maybe this was okay to do at your practica in your hometown. But you’re not there anymore. You’re in Buenos Aires. And you’re not at a practica you are at a milonga. Here, it’s about how you present yourself. People here make a special occasion of their favorite Saturday night milonga. Look around you at how people behave. They dress in nice, clean clothes, they smell good, they present themselves nicely. Ever hear of the Italian expression, La Bella Figura? (Making a good impression, basically…) Well it applies here too, in terms of how you behave and present yourself in the milongas. That’s just the way it is.
Tip: the bathroom is right there. Just a few steps away. This means that when you arrive you can saunter over to the ladies’ room and pull down your trousers to your heart’s content. Your friends at the milonga thank you for politely observing this. If you have a problem with this or wish to leave said trousers on under your dress (something I must admit I have never understood), maybe traditional milongas are not for you. Try Villa Malcolm. It’s much more casual, and also very dark.
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2. Some folks have an issue about dancers changing their shoes at the table. I honestly don’t care where you change yours shoes as long you are discreet and there is enough space for you to do so without knocking your head into the table next to you and causing water to spill. But what I DO have an issue with is this: do you really think it’s attractive to hoist your foot on your knee and rub foot powder into your foot, between your toes, all around, put your tango shoes on and then get up to dance without even washing your hands? Ick!
Tip: Well, I think it goes without saying. But I’ll say it anyway: If you must rub any sort of substance into your feet, do so in the ladies room and WASH YOUR HANDS.
I know there are a lot of codigos to remember in the traditional milongas, but it doesn’t take a set of rules to know what’s simply logical. The above behaviors I have mentioned don’t even need codigos, they are just basic common sense.
And now you are just about ready to milonguear… ![]()



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Thanks for that Tina. A lot of your advice is good for us here too.
Excellent, Tina, as always!!!!!! I think it is easy to forget one’s manners when one is used to the relaxed approach observed in the US, but “when in Rome, do as the Romans!”. The codes and the rules in Buenos Aires are important and following them or not makes a huge difference… I personally found it much more comfortable to change my shoes in the bathrooms of the Milongas, for example.
PS ditto on the powder… yuk.
Hear, hear, Tina!
You are so correct, but did you actually see someone taking her pants off in the salon? I find that one really hard to even imagine, but then again, when I think I’ve seen it all…
And yes, to the yucky foot powder thing–no one wants to get Athlete’s Hand.
I’ve also observed too many times men coughing or sneezing into their left hands just before taking the lady’s right.
You said it, it’s just basic common sense and good manners to be considerate of others–not only their health but their sensibilities as well.
I try to remember never to touch my face, especially my eyes, during the milonga.
Who knows what creepy crud I might transfer!
Cherie - Yes, yes I did actually see her taking off her pants in the salon. Just when I thought I’d seen it all too..
Oh yes, and thanks for reminding me - please do not cough and sneeze into your hand and then take a leaders/followers hand! ewwwwwww!
Cough into your sleeves, people!
thanks for the good chuckle…pelado just shook his head in disgust, when i read this outload.
definitely agree on the shoes issue. At one of the milongas I went to recently, I was in the bathroom,comfortably sitting on the chair that is always available there, and had just started changing my shoes, when a local girl asked me why I bother
her:why do you do that [pointing to my shoes] in here and not out there?
me:I don’t like changing in public
her:but why
me:I wouldn’t change my trousers or blouse in public. Why would changing my shoes be any different? Nobody wants to see the soles of my feet.
her:No, many men like it
me:(smiling) that’s a different issue altogether, and they’d need to pay me to provide that particular service
she laughed and said ‘es verdad’ and walked out.
OMG. People really do this? Are they insane? Do they have any discretion whatsoever? Ick, ick, ick. Athletes hand is right. Do they have any modicum of respect for others. Clearly not, I suppose. But the fact that people think that it is socially acceptable completely blows me away. I’m guessing that this is Americans doing this? Shame on me for thinking this about my own country…but it wouldn’t surprise me!
I once had a partner take out his kleenex to blow or wipe his nose several times during a tanda. It’s hard to believe people lack such common sense.
Even athletes go to the locker room to change clothes and shoes before entering the field.
Hee hee! How disgusting id that? Some people have NO idea, eh? I recently watched a local women change out of her bikini on the beach with a pareo wrapped around her, except it parted in the middle, expoxing everything that should be hidden. Full frontal. She eventually wrapped the pareo a bit tighter and walked off, with nothing underneath.
[falls to floor from ick-induced spasm]
I mean, YUCK.
Really!
I’m always amazed at how many people check their brains in at the coat room.
Which reminds me: pack little disinfectant handy wipes into bag.
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