Learning the Tango when you’re a middle-aged Australian male from a nondance background can be a fairly anxiety-inducing experience. The music is complex and unfamiliar, the movements are subtle and challenging, and progress is inevitably slow. But the rewards are immense and persistence pays off. I’ve learnt to embrace and move with my partner in wonderful synchronicity, not always, but sometimes. The dance is so absorbing, time passes and the worries of the world just disappear. May and Jose have guided my little baby steps to the point where I can now go to a Milonga without breaking into a cold sweat. I have an awfully long way to go, but the journey so far has been fun and enlightening, to say the least. So lucky to have these guys in Brisbane.