Sunday, March 14, 2010
Six years ago today a girl came to my apartment / tango studio for breakfast and a dance lesson. Seventeen months later we were married. One might argue that I'd violated some rule of the teacher / student relationship. The lesson was free though and no grades were assigned. Besides, I think those rules might be a little fuzzy when it comes to dance lessons. In any case, although February 14, that much touted day of lovers means little to Kate and myself, March 14 will always be special. Here is a story inspired by the events of March 14, 2004. Other stories covering events leading up to the tango lesson are to be found here and here.
By M. Huw Evans