Photograph by Patrick Bennett
Now and then in Buenos Aires, I have the urge to rub against a man I’ve never met. When that occurs, I usually go to La Boca, the barrio that throbs with the afterglow of brilliantly colored paints poured by Italian immigrants over their drab tenements in the early 20th century. This afternoon, I find my guy near El Caminito, a pedestrian way where the polychromatic hues are even louder than my pink high heels.
Gustavo and partner have just performed tango on a raised stage for the entertainment of tourists dining alfresco. He greets my request for a spin warmly, “¡Por supuesto!” (“Of course!”)
Since 2006, I’ve been a regular at many of the city’s milongas, dance halls where modern tango’s first steps were crafted and refined over time. This new kick—dancing tango with a complete stranger—is, in part, schoolyard-showoff stuff. But it’s also that this torso-to-torso dance is a thrilling narrative, a romantic miniseries, improvised anew with each partner. As with many love stories, first times bring that added flush of excitement.
Tango, renowned for its sensuality, has been blushing complexions for at least a hundred years. In old and new milongas, one dances with a cross-section of Argentina—from taxi drivers to psychotherapists—assuring the deepest cultural immersion, almost literally, on famously packed dance floors. I revel in watching each swaying body project an annotated timeline of Argentine culture: the candómbe rhythms of African slaves, the hip-swivel habanera of Cuban mariners, the folksy influence from Andalusia, and the foot-stomping of gauchos. In tango lyrics, you hear the heart-wrenching melancholy of Spanish and Italian immigrants.
Refined and elegant today, the tango hug is soft and sliding on your trunk, never rigid as in ballroom dance. “Here we are used to touch more than in your country,” says Oscar Coda, a regular dance partner. That seems obvious—just take a walk on the crowded streets in this city of three million. Yet tango seems to thrive because of, not in spite of, a lack of personal space. It makes sense in a country where even police greet each other with cheek kisses, where I can walk up to someone and ask to share, bodice to body, the sweetness of a dance.
In 2009, UNESCO gave tango, whose Rio Platense birthplace includes Argentina and Uruguay, status as part of the world’s “Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity.” No surprise to Argentines and to Rodolfo and Gloria Dinzel, who performed in the 1985 Broadway hit, Tango Argentino, and believe that no other dance expresses “elements so noble and intrinsic to the human being.”
I was not always as confident as Argentines seem to be. At my first milonga I sat like a block of wood and did not dance. After two hours I stole out. Like most foreigners, I had a morbid fear of cabeceo, a head nod with eye-lock that is the traditional invitation to meet on the floor to dance a set of tango, initiated by man or woman. “The cabeceo has a steep learning curve,” says Carmen Iglesias, a native of this port city, “but it also separates the dabblers from the dedicated. You have to really want to dance to get over the initial fear of rejection.”
If Argentines insist tango “takes a lifetime-and-a-half to learn,” perhaps that’s because it is a body language. There’s always new vocabulary to master, like the cabeceo. After hundreds of floor miles, I learn a lesson organic to much of human enterprise: You may master the external footwork, but when you lean into a stranger, you have to trust, forget what you know, and integrate: two bodies to one music.
Gustavo, my man of the moment, puts on music by the late Osvaldo Pugliese, considered one of the most passionate and dramatic tango composers. He pulls me onstage to dance in front of the crowd.
¡Ay, caramba! I may speak tango, even with strangers, but I’m not a performer. I close my eyes and surrender. A smile settles on my face. Next thing I know the crowd is applauding. Just before Gustavo puts on another song for us to dance to, I notice he shares my
excitement. I come away understanding that while tango is regional in origin, the passion and connection it channels are universal.
La Boca is a popular place to watch street dancing. Hotels carry free tango map guides.
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