Wine is a passion! For the producers, for the consumers, for Argentina, and for me, wine is most certainly a passion. Viticulture is the 7,000 year old hobby we continually love to celebrate. But what happens when you travel to a spectacular, world famous wine producing country, but end up over 600 miles from the nearest winery?
A tangasm is not a climax in the way we think of an "orgasm." There is no particular moment of release. The tangasm is not about how it looks, it's about how it feels. A tangasm is a moment of total connection coupled with full-body pleasure, bodies swirling with each other, breathing together, a union with the moment, your partner, the music, the room.
The original plan was a carpe diem, we're-young-so-why-shouldn't-we kind of trip. We'd each bring a single friend, we said, and if it turned out to be a familial blind date, all the better. But then neither of us could find a friend, which meant that during our five days in Argentina, Stephanie and I became versed in the various ways one can say in Spanish, "No, actually, we're cousins."