OK, I know today's post is rather goofy, but I will try to have a little fun at the risk of making a fool of myself, which I do rather easily.
Above is a "Learn to Dance Tango" poster. That's right, in Tamarindo, a small Costa Rican beach town, there is a dance studio where you can take tango lessons.
The scene shown in the advertising poster is, of course, Buenos Aires, with its Obelisk monument in the middle of Avenida 9th de Julio (the widest street in the world), and the very Argentine tango dancers and street scene.
In order to give the illusion that I have any credibility to comment about tango, I will risk embarrassing myself and share with you the following two photos from my most recent trip to Buenos Aires, last November, where my son lives. (No, the hat is not mine and, yes, this occurred the day before my wife flew down and joined the trip.)
Imagine this scenario. You come to Tamarindo for a Costa Rican beach vacation, take tango lessons, then return to your town, go to a night club and dazzle the patrons with your tango moves. The most beautiful people in the club line up to cut in to dance with you. Your dancing partner swoons, gazes intently into your eyes, and asks you, "Where did you learn to become such an accomplished tango master, Buenos Aires?" Will you respond "Of course" or will you say "On the beach in Tamarindo, Costa Rica."
If you take tango lessons in Tamarindo, you will probably be anxious to apply your lessons and go dancing right away. Where can you dance the tango in Tamarindo besides the dance studio? Tomorrow I will show you.