My husband Drew and I were late to our tango lesson by two hours.
Cata, half of our couple instructor team, messaged me that she and her husband would wait for us, and to “keep calm.”
Earlier that day, our flight to Argentina had been delayed at Lima, Peru, for plane maintenance issues. I hadn’t worried about it until I realized that my watch hadn’t updated to the local Buenos Aires time and we would be late for our tango lesson.
The ham sandwich from the flight had long since worn off but we didn’t have time to grab a bite to eat, as enticing as the McDonalds was as we exited Terminal A into a dramatic sunset.
In Spanish, I asked our private transfer driver, Jose, if he spoke English. When he said no, I was excited???—???and intimidated???—???to use my rusty college Spanish.