I was dancing the tropical tanda yesterday with Carmelo. It’s the one break from tango on Wednesday at Lo de Celia. We were doing merengue when, suddenly, a man behind me stepped backward and landed on my right foot. I yelped and cringed with pain. The man apologized. Carmelo helped me hobble to my table.
I wanted to put ice on my foot immediately. Dany Borelli, our DJ, went into the kitchen for ice. Johnny, the waiter, emptied a package of napkins so he could use the plastic bag for an ice pack. I kept it on my foot for ten minutes.
Carmelo came over to see how I was doing, and so did the man who injured me. My foot was fine with only a small area of torn skin.
So many passed by my table to ask how I was after the incident. I hadn’t realized until later that my yelping was heard above the music, and everyone must have noticed me leaving the floor.
I don’t know much more than the names of some dancers, if that, but the concern expressed by so many is why we are like family at Lo de Celia.