The lights dim, the guitarist begins his preliminary strums, the singer warms up his voice and the hand clapping starts. Once the performers enter a trance state of mind, the harmony of dance, song, clapping, foot stomping and guitar begin.
The dancers move passionately to the intonations of the song, slowing down and speeding up in perfect unison. The skirts twirl, the ruffles wave, the fingers articulate with emotion and feet tap rapidly. The passion and storytelling of the Flamenco infuses the room.
Alexander and I went for tapas, drinks and Flamenco last week to “T de Triana” on Calle Betis, a famous street by the Guadalquivir River. I enjoyed my favorite tapa–Jamon Tostada–fresh bread, extra virgin, salmorejo (a tomato and garlic soup/paste) and Spanish ham.
The walk along the river with reflection of the Torre del Oro was stunning. It is hard to image that I only have three more weeks of soaking in the culture and cuisine of this beautiful city. Sevilla has truly become my second home and it is going to be so hard to leave. Until then, time to pack it all it!
Love food, love self, love life.