In the blood…

Although I lived in Spain for almost a year, many ‘typically’ Spanish things, such as Flamenco, were never part of my life.  I lived in Pamplona, in the North of Spain, while Flamenco was, and is, the lifeblood of the South, of Andalucia.

Tonight while we dined in a plaza, there was an open air concert of flamenco christmas ‘carols’.  And flamenco is in the blood of people here – waiters wail to themselves while delivering plates, and the people tap out synchopated rhythmns on tabletops.

Flamenco dictates the tempo of life here, and reflects the emotions and heart of the people.  Children clap alongside their musical parents, teenagers wail with their grandparents.  With a taste of the typical North American lost in Europe, I feel a twinge of jealousy… its so easy to know what your culture is here.

The highlight of the night was seeing the dancer’s children come out for their own tiny buleria.  Much like this little guy here:

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4 Responses to In the blood…

  1. Toffeeapple says:

    How good to see you back. Happy new year!

  2. Toffeeapple says:

    LOL, I like your avatar.

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