Nairobi was deserted. It was carnival and although things are not wasteful people fired for looking the sea. Luckily the weather had changed and could not breathe. It was a cool breeze that left me walking in search of recognition of a city sick I left ten years ago when neither the milongas and the wine were all the rage.
Already in previous trips had found the back of the tango. The milongas, places to dance semi-clandestine, appeared like mushrooms after rain. The young but very young man took the tracks and the liturgy renewed tango. Without speaking, are changed street shoes for dancing (from sole to slide the male, with wrist-heeled women of scandal) and are called to look through almost imperceptible gestures, do not have 30 years and float with stunning natural rhythms being very complicated.
They also make music and youth groups are appearing great, they feel the tango to the cuore and move you to tears. I hate, because they do not dance in my talents and not to remember the letters. But memory, that mysterious thing we have inside with little control, gives me thrills and makes me feel I could conquer the world armed with an accordion and a good Tannat .
The milonga was drinking whiskey, however I think the tango combines very well with wine.
In the Uruguayan side of the Rio de la Plata undoubtedly Combines the elegance that new generations are managing to bring viñerón the Tannat. This variety came to Uruguay from France (Madiran) from the hand of Don Pascual Harriague and at first was associated with wine, say, bullies, rustic, costing happen.
For almost two decades, more or less when the new generations were born to renew the River Plate tango, Uruguayan wineries took the decision to become ambassadors of the country and it made the journey of conversion and specialization in the Tannat variety.
Today, these wines compete in the best tracks in the world for its quality and the condition of being the only of its kind. No one goes indifferent good Tannat. Elegant, fine, artisan made with care, there are a handful of wineries that work with low production, without watering or fertilization, with the head and heart on every drop of his wine unmoved by his sincerity and quality.
That Monday carnival in the cool breeze blowing and the city was semi-desert, my brother lives, Carlos Pascual, took us to the library located in a Pure Verso in full Old Town mansion on the street for some time Sarandí pedestrian to drink wine while we desgarrábamos with every chord that we gave away those of the Mufa , a quintet of breaks and cracks, that according to Borges, can desgarrarte with the sound of a guitar ...
