Arriving late at the first milonga, the locals don't seem to be too keen on dancing with me, but luckily I find eye contact with a Russian lady.<br />2 actually!<br />Both confused to whom I am sending my cabeceo.<br />I decide to walk over to see who will stand up.<br /><br />It seems to be her first milonga ever but her connection makes up for everything.<br />3 ladies from Palermo and another Italian lady join in.<br /><br />Twice being indicated to leave my "occupied" seat is easily solved by sharing half of my seat.<br /><br />Eventually also local dancers seem to stretch their partner-list.<br /><br />The second milonga is more classy and the same clan of advanced locals appear.<br />And again all the people I dance with are from out of town.<br />The 2 Russian ladies are also there so now I get a chance to meet the other one.<br />Although she moves in all kinds of directions, her connection is firm and step by step we get closer to melting together while she's giving me her KGB look.<br /><br />The dance gets more playful all the time and sometimes she even offers me a smile.<br />People around us also smile when they see us playing around.<br /><br />When I think to have finally invited a local Spanish tanguera, she appears to be from Granada.<br />The 3 ladies from Palermo are there again and an old friend from Zaragoza turns up.<br />I also dance with women from Wroclaw Poland, Cordoba Argentina and finally one from Valencia.<br /><br />The third milonga starts early. People are gathering but nobody wants to be the first to start dancing it seems, except for the DJ and me.<br /><br />People start leaving early because they don't get invited by the advanced dancers and the advanced dancers leave early to visit the next milonga out of town.<br /><br />Me too, getting a ride from my favourite Russian lady.<br />An old grumpy Argentinian is collecting the entrance fee at the entrance of a large dance floor.<br /><br />After dancing with almost only dancers from Valencia this time, I'm being asked to be so kind to wear a shirt with sleeves so I tell them that I don't have one because I believe it's too warm.<br />The old Argentinian seems to be behind it.<br />Just when they ask me to be so kind to remember next time, the Argentinian approaches saying one doesn't dance like that in Spain.<br /><br />I tell him that I respect him demanding to where certain outfit in his place but that I never had any similar problems dancing anywhere in Spain.<br /><br />When he continues criticizing me, I tell him I will leave and I walk to my table to get my bag.<br /><br />Then something strange happens.<br /><br />Some people that seemed to be avoiding me before, come to apologize for the old Argentinian, asking me to please stay.<br /><br />One of them explains to be one of the organizers, not the Argentinian.<br /><br />I almost started having doubts about dressing up according to the expectations of others rather than the temperature.<br /><br />At the airport I am interviewed to see how much money I spent in total.<br />So next year probably no cheap flights any more.<br />Actually the interviewer wrote down my website in order to stop depending on money herself.<br /><br />I invite you to join us.