Buenos Aires, I imagined, was a city where the dancing never stopped, even in a crisis (in which Argentina always seemed to find itself). I fantasized about dancing tango in the arms of a sexy Latin lover at the end of the world with nothing to think about but my next tango step. I chose safer places to visit, and Argentina stayed on my bucket list. One fine day, I ran out of excuses. I owned a small finca in Alhaur?n el Grande...