Hola De Espana. Sorry, I haven´t written in a while. I have to pay for internet and sometimes it´s just too crowded at the computer lab. I´ve found a few internet cafes near me so hopefully I´ll be writing more on the blog.
So many things happening here.......
First off, I moved to another apartment closer to the city. The reason being the original apartment was located near too many dark alleys and several girls had been mugged in the vincity. It´s much easier for me to walk to and from school at my new place. Thank god for all the tourists around my area. It makes it a little safer to walk around at night.
Secondly, my flamenco class is going well. I´m learning new things everyday. I´m practicing as much as I can. My teacher is a little shall we say, ¨rude¨. She seems to treat the spanish speakers (natives) differently than the non-spanish speakers. To make things even more difficult she doesn´t speak any English. She gets easily frustrated and yells all the time. After my first week, I just accepted it. Everytime I see her I just smile and say hello. I´ve worked very hard to not let her demeanor affect my performance or progress. I´m definitely more used to the flamenco shoes now. I love practicing on the weekends in the school studios when no one is around. It reminds me of being at home in front of my mirror.
I went to an amazing Flamenco show in the Generalife gardens next to the Alhambra last week. It was truly magical. The outdoor venue was spectacular with the bright moon as the backdrop. As the night went on the moon slowly crept up from behind the trees and over the stage. There were a few duendes that were sung that gave me goose bumps! I remember one was very reminiscent of a muslim prayer, I just closed my eyes and felt the music.
Oh, this is random and yes, so me. I was walking with a schoolmate down the ¨El Realejo¨ district and I happend up a sign that read, ¨India Baazar¨. I walked in to check it out. As I was looking around, I came upon a nook and made the Trushna is excited in the indian store sound/face. I think Neerav knows this best. The two German girls turned around and stared at me. I said, sorry didn´t mean to scare you, I´m just excited!! The store carries all types of dal, rice, curries, curry powders, indian spices, indian soaps, oils, etc. I walked up to the cashier, who was listening to bollywood shows on youtube, and said are you from India? He said yes. I said me too! He jumped back in his seat in shock. We exchanged formalities of where we were from and if I spoke Gujrati. I had an entire conversation with him in Gujarati! It is always wonderful to meet people from India in other countries. But Neerav can testify that I get excited about Indian people no matter where I am!! : ) Anyhow, the truly sweet thing was is that he orders his indian vegetables from Paris. I don´t know why, I didn´t ask. Anyhow, he offered to bring me some if I wanted it from his house. I was thoroughly flattered and grateful. I told him I would discuss the matter with him once I come in to get the dal. I would hate to have him bring the veggies and then not be able to go pick them up. My schedule is very free flow right now.
