It warrants an olé because all this week is a flamenco festival in Albuquerque and I signed up for classes months ago.
So in between TO DO and TO PACK and TO BUY BEFORE I GO lists and tasks, there is practicing solea por bulerias pasos taught by Alfonso Losa, who has grey eyes, long hair, a quick smile and says to us on the first day, I don't know any of you yet, but after this class, I'll know you all to a tee.
Seeing dancers crowding the corridors and being included among them is always a thrill to a soul who always imagined herself sedentary. No more…
So - Palestine with olés and an open heart and not knowing but carrying feeling.
Tentative schedule is:
I start workshops on June 17, 18, 19. The students so far are bilingual so maybe I won't need an Arabic translator.
Talking to Iman on Skype, I was fussing over the materials and what kind of excerpts to bring and how they might register and Iman said, yes that matters but what matters more is the style, it's the way you encouraged us to write in the class I took with you in Santa Fe. A good reminder.
Then from June 20 to June 30, I'll be participating in Ashtar's International Youth Theater Festival. 50 plus young theater artists engaging in dialogues, workshops, and coming up collectively with a play that will be performed in Ramallah. The countries represented include Palestine of course, and also Tunisia, Jordan, the UK, Norway. It's the second time they are having the festival. It grew out of their work on The Gaza Monologues. An opportunity to break the isolation of young artists, connect them to each other and mentors.
The play will be a collection of skits, performed on the move, a "promenade" performance, Iman says and I am curious to see how that looks, feels, sounds...
Then a break for a few days to travel around.
Maybe we'll go up to Galilee, says Iman.
Like in the Bible?
yes, like in the Bible.
Then workshops again…
That's all I know for now. That's plenty.