Thursday Evening there was a tango lesson at the hostel, which was fun, although i´m no good at it. Afterwards...at 1am, which is fairly early for Buenos Aires we went out to a milonga (tango house) that the teacher recommended. It wasn´t at all touristy, in fact there wasn´t even a sign letting you know it was there. The group of us mostly tried to fade into the background and just watch, because it was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone, and i think they must have thought we wandered in lost. We all had to say, ¨sorry i
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