A Night of Tango in Buenos Aires
<p>My husband Drew and I were late to our tango lesson by two hours.</p>
<p>Cata, half of our couple instructor team, messaged me that she and her husband would wait for us, and to “keep calm.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
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