Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Marcha, Marcha Queremos!

Last week, my Spanish dance class sadly came to end. I loved taking dance again (for the first time in twelve years) and found it to be a great workout. If anyone is up for taking a dance class with me when we return to the U.S., let me know!

My teacher was really amazing--as a teacher and as a performer. We had the pleasure of seeing her dance the Sevillana and Flamenco at a show on the eve of our last class. She was really impressive. If you watch So You Think You Can Dance or Dancing with the Stars, you have probably heard the judges (or "jidges," if Cat Deely is speaking!) talk about two things constantly: body extension and feeling the music. My teacher, Montse, is the embodiment of these two talents. I have never seen someone dance with every inch of her body, down to her fingertips like she does, and the joy that she has for dance is delightful to watch. The cantador and tocaor were also wonderful. I sat beside some of the ladies from my class, and we really enjoyed seeing the dancers do many of the moves that we learned in class.

My fellow classmates were all a lot of fun. One of them even took a video of us dancing the Sevillana and is supposed to e-mail it to me. If she follows through, I will post it, although you must be warned that it contains some embarassing footage of gringas dancing! One of my favorite classmates was a 75+ year-old Swiss woman who has such a zest for life that I can only hope to have an eighth of her happiness when I reach her age. If I can love life that much, then I will have truly lived a full life.

My teacher, Montse:

My class dancing (notice the Swiss lady in the aqua dress!):

As for the title of this post, it comes from the song that we always danced to at the end of class in a rumba circle. At the end of the last class, we all had to go to the middle of the circle and improvise while the class followed along; however, those pictures will never be seen...

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