Tango Locura

I t was a year or two ago that a woman who’d just returned from Cuba posted in the “Stranded at an Airport Tango Meet-Up” Facebook group. Said she’d danced tango in one of the Havana hotels. That post gave me the motivation I needed. I’d been to Cuba once, long before I became a dancer, and wanted to go back. But I’d been prevented by the US Government’s ban on travel to Cuba. That policy has been relaxed in recent years, however, and commercial airlines have resumed scheduled flights to the island. So, I decided, this year I’d go to Havana to look for tango. It’s still technically illegal For US citizens to go to Cuba as tourists, but I’m not a tourist. I go places to dance, to hang out, to see how the world looks from a different vantage point. Or in this instance to get information, do research, satisfy my curiosity. (The bizarre meanderings of my career, before I finally realized that I was meant to be a tango dancer, included several years as a journalist.) My plan to inves...