Travel halfway across the world, you’re bound to have a couple come up to you and say, “we remember you from Chicago!” Because the world of tango is like that. Once you’re in it, no matter where you go, you’re going to run into people you know. Even if you’re from California and they’re from Egypt and you met in Illinois and you meet again in Sicily.
They saw me at the beach and invited me to join them for dinner.
And that was how I met the die-hard core of the Cairo tango community. Small but proud!