Your story

So I was standing there, on the beach at Tweed Heads, watching the waves roll and crash under a team of gorgeous European backpackers…and that’s when I made the resolution. Upon returning to Melbourne I would try my (slightly more able dancing) feet at tango. For years, I had passed by Viva. It was time to bite that sexy bullet.

Why had fate brought me to surf camp? You can probably trace it all the way back to primary school. I lacked your basic hand-eye coordination skills, thus being always elected LAST for every sports team until the day I graduated high school. Later I realised it was probably a case of mind over matter and in my 20s tried European Handball, futbol and surfing. It was so much fun meeting all those lovely people, but they must have wondered what on earth they were doing, patiently teaching me how to throw and catch a ball at age 24. :0( 

I used to do…(come in closer so I can whisper it)…jazz ballet. Yes, that unfortunate style will probably be considered cool and retro ONE DAY. In the meantime, it’s not something I post on my CV. But I realised, watching the hottie Danish girls mount those boards with flair, and cruise effortlessly towards to the shore, that I was of a completely different species – and I could survive, thrive, only on the dance floor.

And then there’s the music. Years before I discovered electro-dub tango in Tokyo, my childhood heart had swelled with joy whenever I heard snippets of “La Cumparsita”. What is that particular stir of emotions, that this music evokes? For me, it’s like the auditory equivalent of (finally) standing in Paris and gazing up at the larger-than-life Eiffel Tower.

So here we are 4 years later. But what I really want to know is…how did the bug catch you? What was the inspiration and what made you actually start taking classes?

This, is your story: