Shopping in the Junior Section..in Istanbul
Monday morning in late November.
Another arrival back to London and reality after another sleepless tango trip, this time to Istanbul. It is 9:25 and I have slept the usual two - three hours on the plane. Hard core tango addicts would normally head straight to the airport after the last milonga of the event, which finished at 6 am. The tango ecstasy keeps us high and, by far, it is the most effective drug I know.
Like many, I have a day job and plan to go directly to the office and do my best to look normal. It is not the first time I do that after a tango event and it will not be the last. I decide to check on how I look in the airport bathroom. Very very bright idea! With terror, I find out that my neck is decorated with a bunch of fresh hickeys from the cute guy I had fooled around with in the hotel corridors in the last hour or so before leaving for the airport! We met and danced this same night/morning and really hit it off. With even bigger terror mixed with amusement, I decide to check his Facebook profile and see that he is in his early twenties and so only 13 years younger than me! In other words, I was already getting pissed before he was even born. I definitely hit the bottom this time I think to myself but then again..did I really? He was such a passionate lover, far better than all other guys I have been seeing lately, a professional swimmer (oh yeahhh the body!), a fashion model and last but NOT at all least a promising tango dancer. If something, I had hit the actual dream jackpot. Who cares that he is almost a teenager? Men date young women all the time and I am sure they do not feel strange about it so why the hell should I?!
As a matter of fact, I did not feel strange at all. I felt great. I felt ALIVE! This is what happens when you get absolutely intoxicated with being alive. Your energy kicks in and you want to continue dancing and doing other things too for another day. No problem at all, the energy is there just keep dreaming - soñar y nada más.
I covered the hickeys with some foundation, made sure my hair falls like a curtain over them and went to work like a boss. Despite the fact that the dreaming was over, I was full of energy and kept smiling the whole day. Those are the moments that make life livable.
Viva la Vida.