We caught this beautiful sunset while geocaching in Eton, along the River Thames. We got to spend several lovely days there enjoying the winter chill and several lovely nights dancing tango with friends. A beautiful way to end the year. Continue reading End of the year in Eton
A four-day weekend is a good reason for a road trip. Plenty of other people had the same idea, but thankfully the long line of cars on the highway was headed into Wales instead of out of it. We had a smooth drive down to Eton, to spend the holiday dancing and eating. Between Friday and … Continue reading Easter in Eton
Last night we headed just over the border to a milonga in Belgium. One of the hosts made every announcement in three languages—German, French, and Dutch—which impressed me. I am always entertained by (and, I admit, a little apprehensive about) the language negotiation that happens at milongas. Because there are so many languages spoken in … Continue reading The Language of Tango
After another weekend trip in Brussels, I think I can safely say that I would never want to live there. Which isn’t to say that it has nothing to offer — we had a great time! But I prefer living in a smaller city with a little more charm. Here’s an example of what I … Continue reading Weekend in Brussels
Tonight, while talking about tango, my husband asked me about the phrase “mala junta.” There is a tango song entitled “Mala Junta,” and like many tango songs there are tango-related things named after it. My husband thought, based on his limited knowledge of Spanish, that this might be an odd choice. I agreed. And then I … Continue reading Fun with Words: “Junta” and “Joint”
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