You can't be in Argentina very long before you realize the importance of the tango. Yes, it's a real thing. Yes, it's a big deal. No, Mark does not know how to do it.
Legend has it that the tango was invented in Buenos Aires in one of the neighborhoods called La Boca. The dance form has become almost synonymous with Argentina (like beef and Evita) and has developed into a real cultural phenomena, complete with famous dancers, competitions, multiples types of tango, and recognition as a World Heritage intangible by UNESCO.
In short, when in Buenos Aires, you shouldn't miss it, but don't worry - when in Buenos Aires you really CAN'T miss it. There are street performers in full tango regalia - which seem to consist of slightly over-sized zoot suits for men and for the women, dresses that their parents would definitely NOT approve - who will perform tangos for donations (varying quality). The fourth of July party at the US embassy had a brief tango show/demonstration (very impressive quality). But Anne did not attend the 4th of July event and has not actually seen a real tango show - one time she saw some street performers threatening to do some tango, but they never actually got into gear.
So, finally, after several months, Anne and Mark got a babysitter (shout out to Julie!) and headed out on the town on a Saturday night* for Anne's first Tango show - Editor's note: this refers to the American version of "Saturday night" as it was dinner at 7, show at 8, home around 11, as opposed to the Argentine version of "Saturday night" which starts with dinner at 11, show at 2, home around sunrise. Seriously.
The show was put on by the Borges Cultural Center, which is located not far from the Casa Rosada - which is even MORE rosada at night!
The venue was nice, if a bit intimate (probably seating for ~150). The Cultural Center included art galleries and a couple of theaters and was located in the top floor of a pretty upscale shopping mall.
The show itself was set up like a musical. The plot was a little thin, even for a musical. As far as Mark and Anne could figure, it centered on a girl named Maria who was going to Buenos Aires. She was followed there by a boyfriend-type character and 4 couples who did a lot of tango dancing and changed clothes a lot. That was pretty much it.
But no one was there for the plot, it was about the spectacle. It is hard to describe the dancers without using the term "athlete." They were all over the stage, rapid, slow, kicking, flailing, but always in sync. Anne and Mark are certainly no experts on tango and can't say for certain whether this was a proper exhibition of it, but they can say it was a ton of fun and a very impressive show.
Upon leaving, both Anne and Mark noted that there were two things that took away some of the spotlight from the dancers. First, since this was a cultural center, there were no drinks. Anne and Mark were a bit dry and could have used a nice, cool glass of .... water for their night out. Yeah, water, that's it.
And secondly, the dancers nearly had the show stolen by the accordion player.
Having lived in Madison and traveled to Germany, Mark has seen a few guys play a few accordions. Usually, they are in some stage of rolling out a barrel and/or having a barrel of fun. But this guy was rocking out. Not Weird Al rocking out, either. He was straight up jamming on the accordion. And you don't see that everyday, so kudos accordion guy (Gabriel Merlino).
Anyway, after the show, Anne and Mark walked around the neighborhood and then called it a night.





