Home is where the heart is

(I wrote this LAST weekend. THIS weekends blog will be here tomorrow)

After my road trip through Andalucia last weekend, I decided to spend a lovely weekend in my hometown of Sevilla. Although I am still getting over my sickness, I still managed to get out of my piso and enjoy the city. Parts of the weekend included eating some delightful churros con chocolate, wandering the streets of Seville, having some drinks and american food at Merchants with friends, going to a local flamenco show at a bar venue, meeting some spanish people, trying out an aaaamazing smelling pizzeria, eating fro yo with nutella, and needed relaxation.

The flamenco show was unique because it wasnt like the big production touristy one, in fact it was free. The venue itself was interesting with flower pots and lights hanging from the cieling and oversized artwork with flamenco dancers filled the walls. Different flamenco groups came up every 30 minutes or so.

Flamenco has 4 parts to it, the cante (singing), toque (guitar playing), baile (dance), and palmas (handclaps). Each of those are pieced together to create a wonderful meolody and sound of Andalusia. People are brought up to learn and play flemco professionally. Just like americans who play soccer or dance their whole life growing up, a Spaniard can learn flamenco their whole life. Some people say you have to be born with it in your blood to truly be a great flamenco dancer.