|The door to a flamenco store front, while closed.|
Last Friday, which was week two of the choreography, Ramon divided the class into two groups; we were able to take videos of each other so we'd have a record of what he taught. So helpful, when it comes to figuring out what happens next during the 12 count (which, for those of you who aren't flamenco aficionados, bulerias is.) I feel as if I've learned a lot in the past two weeks, not the least of which is expression, or what Ramon calls 'sal' or salt. That freeing up of who you are, and how you express yourself during the dance.
Of course, it's vitally important to be technically precise. For me, that's always been the hardest part - to remember the remates, the llamadas, the taconeo, to be in compas. It has always been less difficult to express the 'sal' or 'salt'. Yet, I haven't - not really. Certainly not compared to what they do here in Spain. I suspect I've kept that (and myself) in check for years.
In flamenco, there is something to be said for 'less is more'. For holding onto the emotion, for being in control. But there is also something to be said for not holding back. For being confident enough to tell the world how you feel and who you are.
I love Sevilla. I love flamenco. I feel so fortunate to be here. But I also feel as if I'm really learning how to dance - as Susan, as myself.