🍷 Gaucho, Wine and Tango

I'm Mateo.
This is Toro.

His name means bull. Don't 
worry—he's the gentle one.

Before everything
changed, this was
my world.

Toro. The cattle.
Enough sky to
get lost in.

Dad built the wineries.
Mom built the tango clubs.

They helped each
other build both.
Their hard work meant
I never worried
about money.

I knew how
lucky I was.

I just wanted to
stay useful.
Keep my feet
on the ground.

Then one accident
took them both.

After the funeral,
everyone called
me the owner.

I still wanted to
call my parents.

Dad's wineries.
Mom's tango clubs.
Now everyone wanted
answers from me.

I didn't have any.
I even thought about
selling everything.

Then, while putting
their things away,
I found
Dad's work notes...
and Mom's diary.

Dad's work notes:

First row went in 
the spring he was born.
Wanted something to
outlive me.
She called it morbid.
I called it planning ahead.

Mom's diary:

Tango isn't a dance.
It's a conversation
where you have to
listen with your
whole body. 
He never learned
to listen. He just led.
I loved him anyway.

These weren't
just businesses.
They were the lives
my parents built
together.

I don't know how
to do this yet.
But I'm not
selling their story.

Will you help
me, Toro?

I'll take that
as a yes.

I knew almost
nothing about
running a winery.

But I did have one
thing going for me.

My
palate.

Dad used to say he
couldn't wait until
I was old enough to
taste wine with him.

When I finally was,
I could pick out
things that made
him grin.

Maybe Dad gave
me a good palate.
The rest, I'll have to
earn.

I'll start with the
best Malbec
I can make.
Then keep
learning.

France. Spain.
Italy. Napa Valley.

I want to visit
their wineries and
learn. Not copy
them—find what
our own wine
can become.

Wine, I had a
starting point.

Mom's tango club?
I didn't even know
where to put my feet.

The only dance
I knew was
with Toro.

He was very patient
about my footwork.

I searched dance
performances until I
found Yara Vento.

She made it look
like she was
listening to the
music with her
whole body.

Maybe she could
help me understand
what Mom meant.

Yara? I'm
Mateo Ferraro.
Would you
perform a special
VIP show at
my tango club?

I'm learning how
to carry on my
mother's work.
I'd love to learn
from you, too.

Yes, Mateo.
I'd be happy to.
Let's talk about
the show.