
Unplugging from the Tango Matrix, one sees behind the curtain of just a dance...
Metaphorical wires connecting me to the Tango Matrix appeared as I began to wake from a long sleep. I experienced more joy than I had in quite awhile. My recent adventures in San Francisco with Alice, my energetic Australian friend, transcended mere walking, eating and Tango training. An obvious bond had sprung up, relating a knowingness that we seemed destined to meet. Synchronicities abounded as I became unplugged.
On Wednesday afternoon, Alice and I met up at the Donatello hotel, and as my last name is Donatiu, the serendipity was not lost on me nor Alice. I called my father to let him know the name of the hotel as I sat in the lobby waiting for Alice to come down- he enjoyed hearing of the coincidence. Alice had usually chosen the Donatello hotel when she traveled through San Francisco.
Which is the dream? Was it mere coincidence that her hotel’s name was the closest hotel in San Francisco that one can get to my last name? Or was her hotel choice a harbinger of our meeting and magical times to come? Alice and I worked on her Tango foundation for 90 minutes, had Thai food and got a cab with a crazy non-stop talking driver to Cellspace for the milonga that night. The next day conjured magic.
Thursday began with 90 minutes of Tango training, sushi for lunch, a walk around the city – mostly Union square, and then some special work on what I call Urban Tango Training. As we ascended very steep hills I taught her solid fundamental technique on how to fully load the weighted hip while relaxing the free leg and hip – full weight transfers from free leg to free leg. When weight transfers are done correctly up and down steep hills, one is not tired but actually more energized, relaxed and easily able to ascend and descend while feeling pleasure in the hips, legs, ankles and feet.
We both acknowledged that we wanted really good coffee, and quickly found just the right European bistro. Over the delicious coffee drinks, we realized we had both participated in Pulpo’s week in 2005 in Buenos Aires. She related that she watched me dance and wanted to someday take lessons with me. Upon first meeting me in Boulder for privates, she mentioned to her daughter who drove her to the studio that I looked like a guy from Pulpo’s week – then she did not think it was me and never mentioned anything again until at the bistro.
Back at another 90 minutes of training, and then we went off in search of a restaurant to celebrate Alice’s new Tango transformation and understandings. We wanted just the right restaurant, and knew we were both willing to wait, for the right place anticipated us. After 25 minutes of walking and checking out over 17 restaurants, we saw in the distance what we both though would be the right establishment. And sure enough, we walked into a high end grill/ steakhouse with an Argentinean flair – Italian architecture, great meat and Italian items on the menu, and black and white photos on the wall commemorating snapshots of almost a century of history this restaurant witnessed. The meal entranced me with just the right spices, tastes, smells, texture, sweet and savory flavors, and fulfillment. Happy man!
Alice and I said our goodbye’s, and I headed back to SFTX. The rest of SFTX got more interesting, for as I disconnected from the Tango Matrix, reality and dream co-mingled, meaning I noticed more connections and synchronicities. In addition, I felt more gratitude and connection to my Self and others. This disconnect from the Tango Matrix brought me closer to living in dreamtime space.
And then events occurred that I hoped for one day, but did not expect…

