Flamenco y familia

Last night was the first annual family reunion on my dad’s side. It was great seeing folks I hadn’t seen in years or others I had never even met. Four generations, from ages 3 to 85, gathered together to share good memories, eat good food and then get down on the dance floor. And get down we did. Today I can’t tell if I’m sore from flamenco class yesterday afternoon or all the cumbia dancing last night. Continue reading “Flamenco y familia”

Trying to advance

If flamenco were a man, he’d be a passionate, manic depressive artist who loves me one minute and hates me the next.

Two posts in one day? Yes! I was inspired to write after tonight’s class. See, tonight was a special night in my relationship with flamenco: I took my first advanced class. Now, I can’t say I am an advanced student yet, but my teacher encouraged me to take the class as a challenge. Ooh, another challenge! Again, I was down. Continue reading “Trying to advance”


I haven’t written in a month or so, which is stupid because I’ve had tons to write about. But again, I’m new to this blogging deal and haven’t found my rhythm yet.

Last week we did a student show in which I performed my first solo. Solo! What?! How did this happen?! Well, after a our December show, my teacher encouraged me to take the choreography from one of the group dances and use it as a solo piece in a future show. Ooh, a challenge! I was down. Five months later, I was in front of an audience all by myself… Continue reading “Solo”

La Llamada

This blogging thing is new to me — which is why I’m not yet in the habit of writing regularly…

Ok, so where was I? Oh yes … I guess I should tell you a little more about me. Continue reading “La Llamada”

La Entrada

A few months ago, I watched the movie “Julie & Julia” in which Amy Adams’ character sets out to prepare all the recipes in chef Julia Child’s cookbook and maintains a blog throughout her experience. Cute movie! I enjoyed it, but didn’t give it much more thought… Continue reading “La Entrada”