I’ve been quiet for a while now because tango has kind of left my life. My previous dance circle came frantically calling me back and since then I have been immersed in routines and not had time for my tango classes. Well, that is partly the truth, but I must admit that a major reason I have not been out for a while is that my last memories have not been good ones. A few bad milongas, a couple of insensitive partners and an ex-teacher who criticised my style have all left a sour taste in my mouth and one with which I have wanted to distance myself from. My first flush of love for tango has withered and now it is just a case of seeing what can grow from the soil. Will I be back? I hope so.