Albuquerque Day 9: Headed Home

How is it already time to leave?! Noooooo!!

(Yes, I’m posting this a day late. Cut me some slack, OK? I’m still tired!)

Nick and I rolled out of bed at 6:30 a.m. after very little sleep and rushed to pack up the rest of our things, have breakfast and check out before catching the 8:30 shuttle to campus for our final workshops. I am so, so tired. And puffy.

Before Iván’s class, my classmate Emilio gave me a lovely pink rose in honor of our new friendship. Isn’t that sweet?

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We didn’t learn any new choreography because Iván felt it was more important to clean up what we already had. I was happy with that. I really liked him as a teacher. Not just because he’s a cutie pie, but because he was thorough, patient and wanted us to really get it. I wasn’t sure I’d learn that much from a male teacher, but you know what? I learned a lot.

I enjoyed my palmas class, too! Joaquin is a great teacher who has a way of breaking things down. Some of you have asked if the class was basically an hourlong clap fest, but that’s not the case. It’s a music class, and I could dig on that. I took away quite a bit. Here’s a shot of Nick and me with Joaquin; he was Nick’s teacher, too.

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Oh! Can’t forget about Vicente’s cante class! Great fun, just like last year. I love how his class is both informative and non-threatening. Came away with a few new letras and feel like I caught on quicker than last year. Bummed I had to miss the last class and didn’t get to say goodbye and get a picture.

As I was leaving the gym, I saw Marco Flores and I figured this was my last chance for a photo op. Got what I wanted!

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Just as I was about to get on the shuttle, Israel Galvan got off. So I stopped him, told him his show was incredible, and asked for a photo. There’s a quiet sweetness about him; seems very humble.

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Nick and I decided to have our final sopapillas at Little Anita’s before heading off. While we were waiting for the airport shuttle, Iván was sitting in the hotel lobby so I approached him. With my sad Spanish — for which I apologized — I told him I loved his class, I learned a lot, and thank you. He gave me a big smile and warm thanks. I gave him a hug and skipped off, pleased with myself for having the guts to do that. As Nick and I left, he smiled and waved goodbye.

The trip home was fine but by the time we got home, I was about to fall over. The rose from Emilio, which had made the trip home with me in my carry-on, pretty much looked the way I felt:

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I’m home, but I’m still not finished writing about my Albuquerque adventure (and neither is Nick). More to come!

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