flamenco dancer in the making.

If I could have the last 20 years back, I would train to be a flamenco dancer.

I went to see Carmen (the opera, but as a flamenco ballet) this evening with about 12 other girls from our group. It was fantastic! Tickets were only 10€ and I'm sure it wasn't the best performance of Carmen ever, but it was still so impressive. Flamenco is like tap dancing on steroids plus really full, flowy skirts plus hand and arm motions plus a guitar plus a singer plus light clapping that doesn't seem to go along with the rhythm, but really it IS the rhythm. It was fascinating to watch and I am so glad I was able to experience it. I got so into the story that when it ended I was dumbstruck.

Sara and I decided after the show that we are meant to be flamenco dancers. Can't you see it? If I can't be a flamenco dancer, I'll just be an Irish dancer. Or maybe both.

Before the show, Sara and I went to dinner. We hated to eat away from Paloma's table, but we were afraid we wouldn't make it home in time for dinner. Although we were sad, we made up for it by eating PAELLA! I had paella with seafood in it. Absolutely incredible. I have to find a paella pan in the States and learn to make it. It's too good to leave in Spain.

We got out of class early today to visit the Museo Thyssen, a private collection museum of the family Thyssen, the same family that started ThyssenKrupp, Reed's new employer. #smallworld

It wasn't very interesting. What impressed me was the amount of artwork a family can collect (buy) in two decades. There were Goyas and Grecos and Picassos and so many more that I didn't recognize and can't remember.

There aren't many other updates for today. Spanish men still stare and make kissing noises at us. Paloma's cooking still rocks. The New Yorkers are still strange, and class is still wonderful. I really can't believe that God blessed me with this opportunity.