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”
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”
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”
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”
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”