I could not understand a word, but enjoyed every minute!

Amy and I went out to a local bar the other night to see a show “espectaculo”.  This was advertised as a local Argentina folk show from 10:00 PM to Midnight.  This place is known for audience participation, and after the show, it is common for a patron to grab a guitar and start performing.  We thought that would be really cool.  The show that night was performed by two guitarists and a woman singer playing the folks songs of the Tango.  The songs had a definite feel to them, complex guitar chording and spectacular runs.....very nice.  The melodies were strange, but the singer was totally into them, so they came across with passion. 

Argentinians speak a unique dialect of Spanish influenced by a huge influx of Italians over the years.  I understood about 3 words all night.  And then the show ended.....and the fun began!  As advertised, the two guitarists from the show, came down into the audience, and three or four patrons from the audience started singing old folk songs.  Everyone knew the words and they decided to sit at the table next to ours, less than 5 feet away from us.  I felt we had been invited into their living room to get a taste of Buenos Aires' past.  Everyone was so into it, and here we were sitting among this not understanding a single word, but enjoying every minute of it!