“Buenos Dias” I call out as I climb into the back of the black and yellow taxi cab, escaping the merciless Buenos Aires sun.

I tell the driver my destination and wait for the inevitable “De donde sos?” – ‘Where are you from?”. I have been speaking Spanish every day for the last 12 years but Iʼve never been able to hide my accent. Disappointingly, Iʼm usually caught out with just two words!

A few months back, we were teaching at a Tango Festival outside of London, where tango aficionados travel long distances to take part in workshops and dance the night away in the festivalʼs “milongas” (tango nights).

The atmosphere was electric and the dancers warm and effusive. One guy, however, stood apart.

I recognised him from our previous years at the festival. This year, as in the past, his expression throughout our classes was stormy. It seemed that however much he tried and despite our guidance, his movements were awkward and robotic. I admired his persistence but felt his frustration.

As a tango teacher, I often get a little window into my students’ tango experiences.

They tell me how they get on at the milonga, the comments they receive, the dances they had. I hear about their highs – when everything just seems to work, to fly – and I also hear about their lows. Of the days when nothing seems to work. So how do we beat these frustrations?