Such a better day than yesterday, and notes will have to wait. Another decent pair of shoes (but not as superb), a great hour and half with the maestra, an hour and half of practica with the austrian and a local lady, and another hour and a half of lesson. No milonga for me… I am tango fried, which I know because I was faltering at the end of the second group class with steps I executed well in practica, even getting an approving nod and look from the paratrooper. For comparison: Carina will gently point it out when my elbow is out of place. The paratrooper will come over and hit it.
Remember this figure – out of a simple cross, lean into it with your right ready to cock back behind you as you dip and lead her into an ocho “alana” (spell?) and snap her back in front of you. Use the chest to preserve the appearance and function of the figure. Edit: only for closer embrace.
My feet are not bleeding but they are partially numb, as is my brain.
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