Two weeks of almost non-stop flamenco. Lessons. Practice. Shows. Shopping. Shoes. (Did I mention the shoes?)
Tonight we watch our last show (Eva la Yerbabuena... I have great hopes it'll be a good one), then set our alarms for really friggin' early in the morning, and hope to god the cab our landlord has arranged for us actually picks us up at 7 in the morning. Then, the Great Airport Saga will play out again. The running. The waiting. The chasing of luggage. Fun times. (Not)
Part of me is happy to go home. Part of me isn't ready to leave. And all of me is NOT ready for the vacation to be over. Oh well. I will still have an extra couple of days to recover. (HA! The way we've been going non-stop, recovery might take more like a couple of weeks!)
The blog's not going dark yet. I'll find an excuse to keep it up. After all, this is the year Alma de España celebrates 20 years of flamenco in Victoria. Visit www.recuerdos.ca to learn more.
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