Amsterdam and Den Haag
Dec. 5th, 2006 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ticklish_frogSince last Friday was an official holiday in Portugal, I decided to take Thursday off and indulge myself with a 4-day tango vacation in Netherlands, the land of sophisticated lamp posts
Interesting enough, they have a rather strong and peculiar idea of the Trinity, namely I was encountering interesting fellas in flocks of three:
(3 horses, 3 carriages, and 3 classy gentlemen)
(3 ladies in stunningly tight jeans)
(3 ladies in skirts and 3 bikes)
And there was only one lady breaking the harmony in a sophisticated and lonesome way:
(3 horses, 3 carriages, and 3 classy gentlemen)
(3 ladies in stunningly tight jeans)
(3 ladies in skirts and 3 bikes)
And there was only one lady breaking the harmony in a sophisticated and lonesome way:
Dutch people are incredibly tall, blond(e), and ride their bicycles like crazy, not obeying any traffic lights and smashing pedestrians on their way (I was hit by 3 of them over a period of 4 hours!). Driving is rather polite and gentle there, except that when it comes to parking, I would personally feel quite insecure parking a midsize car next to the canal like that:
(bear in mind: there are no safety rails and apparently no street lights in some alleys)
And, well, the milonga and the sacadas workshop. It was literally the first time I saw the entire floor filled with tall people, way taller than Adrienne! So we got 3 or 4 tangos and spent the rest of the night watching other dance. The workshop the next day was horrible: the instructor was speaking very funny English and not explaining anything properly, like Sophie and Brian in those good old times. Hi did not even give the definition, but simply put together some exercises like "you do the front cross, and then your woman does the sacada". Yes, he was constantly saying "woman" rather then "follower", which was really charming after all those politically correct expressions in the US.
Entao, a small curious piece for my faithful friends: the lady who used to be Dinara, from now on is called Jennifer, and there are reasons for that. So there.
(bear in mind: there are no safety rails and apparently no street lights in some alleys)
And, well, the milonga and the sacadas workshop. It was literally the first time I saw the entire floor filled with tall people, way taller than Adrienne! So we got 3 or 4 tangos and spent the rest of the night watching other dance. The workshop the next day was horrible: the instructor was speaking very funny English and not explaining anything properly, like Sophie and Brian in those good old times. Hi did not even give the definition, but simply put together some exercises like "you do the front cross, and then your woman does the sacada". Yes, he was constantly saying "woman" rather then "follower", which was really charming after all those politically correct expressions in the US.
Entao, a small curious piece for my faithful friends: the lady who used to be Dinara, from now on is called Jennifer, and there are reasons for that. So there.
