Finding Perfection

This is the week.

Which week? you wonder.  What's happening?

I'll tell you what's happening: I'm buying my first pair of tango shoes.

This is the part where you scratch your head in wonder.  You didn't know I danced tango.  You thought I did kung fu.

I've been holding out on you.  Unless you follow me on Twitter—then you've seen a couple random tango references.  But I'm telling you now: I've been taking tango lessons. 

Tango isn't so different from kung fu.  Same principles, different application.  I'm using the dance to work on the couple ideals I was trying to perfect in my fighting (like being in the moment, and feeling a person's energy).  Plus, I'm in Buenos Aires—you'd have to be crazy to come here and not take at least one tango class.

But you don't care about all that.  You want to get to the real important issue here: the shoes.

There are several well-known tango shoe store in town, but the most famous are Comme Il Faut and Greta Flora.  Handmade, beautiful, unique shoes.  

I've been to both stores so many times in the past couple months that they know my name, my preferred heel height, and the colors I like.  I don't have to do anything anymore—I sit down and they bring me shoes.  The shopping experience is very 50s/Doris Day-esque.

Only so far I've just bought shoes for my sister.  Three pairs—who's the lucky girl?  But now it's my turn.

This is the week.  The perfect pair is waiting for me to claim it as mine.  I can't wait to meet it.