yay dancing and vacation!
i am still hungover from the whirlwind of the bellydance world that has enveloped me so completely for the last couple of weeks.
the fringe festival was fun! we started off cranky for some reason, but we had fun! raqs sahara and sahara tribal performed for two nights at nearly sold out shows. we busted out with our new cane piece, too. sahara tribal busted out with swords.
sunday was our student recital and it went great! raqs west busted out with the new SnakeCharmer urban fusion choreography that i busted out for them. bust out.
then saharabesque. this is our fun fusion show. this year it was stressing a couple of us out because we'd (of course) waited till the last minute to bust out with anything for our solos. but we pulled that ish together. i didn't get to see everyone's piece, but of course i crouched down backstage and stared wide-eyed like a kid looking at santa claus while Rachel Brice busted out. that woman, just incredible. i'm currently obsessed with one of the songs she danced to. it's called "Prenzlauerberg" by Beirut. listen to it. it's beautiful.
after saharabesque a bunch of us went to Busboys and Poets, then i went home at around 2am to pack. i got an hour nap then headed out into the night to fly to Costa Rica.
shoot.
i don't eeeeeeeven know where to start with Costa Rica.
that was so much fun. that was like summer camp. and i love me some summer camp.
i just didn't know what to expect. i knew we were staying at a resort, but i didn't know it was gonna be all like that. it was beautiful. check out my pics here and here. and it was RIDICULOUS fun. i met so many beautiful people. there were 60 plus dancers there from all around the world to learn from Rachel Brice and her very talented assistant Moria.
a typical day for me at Pura Vida would be:
8:30am - wake up laughing because the rooster out in the nearby coffee field is actually saying "cocka doodle doo" and i've never heard that before in real life.
9:00am - eat fresh pineapple, whole grain toast with butter and freshly squeezed juice (oh, so that's what juice is supposed to taste like?) out on the wraparound deck of the dining hall with lots of new friends.
10:00am - try not to topple over while doing yoga led by Rachel Brice (i think got better as the week progressed) and dance drills.
1:00pm - saved by the lunch bell cause i was usually about to die from hunger and/or the ass-kicking dance drills.
3:00pm - hardcore dance class. for real. like dripping sweat, cursing under your breath drills. i loooooove it.
4:50pm - slip out of class 10 minutes early to shower up cause i'm getting a massage and don't want to gross out the masseuse.
5:00pm - fall in out and out of blissful sleep while being rubbed (zaaaahhhhhh).
6:30pm - yummy dinner, talk of what trouble we should get into tonight. talk about the delicious boys who work at the resort.
as for the evening, mix and match:
a. go out on the town with Jorge or Emilio. cringe as the band plays RANDOM music. everything from John Mellencamps "Hurt So Good" to Kool and The Gangs "Celebration". yell "freebird" in between selections. watch the locals go nuts for this random-assed band. fall in love at first sight with local boys.
b. go to a questionable restaurant and bust out singing "Killing Me Softly" very loudly to Renee when it comes on the radio...then ask the confused waiter for "el cheque".
c. costa rica is chilly at night, so bust out and get into the outdoor hot tub and gaze up at the palm trees and the moon. watch OTHER people get in half naked...or all the way naked. hear amy remind you that you'll get scabes and rabies in said hot tub. watch your friends throw up gang signs in the outdoor swimming pool.
d. climb, soaking wet, out of the hot tub and put on your hoodie sweatshirt. go find your friends in a big yoga studio and volunteer to be "it" in a game of tag in the dark. spontaneously make the decision to flap your arms as you chase your friends so that you can be a terradactyl "it". watch your friends fall to the ground crying because your sweater is all wet around the boob area (from your swimsuit) and you didn't put on any pants or shoes, either.
c. fall in love with your masseuse. decide to follow him wherever he goes that night and possibly forever. he decides to walk down the (scary) street to a local bar. you and your friends tag along. risk getting ripped to shreds by super scary looking dogs who are LOOSE. almost pee in your pants while he tells you not to show fear.
d. watch delicious emilio play his guitar and sing songs in Spanish ("even 50% MORE delicious"). suggest "freebird" in between his selections.
that was one of the best weeks, EVER. i took like 300 pics. i saw monkeys, i saw toucans, i saw a volcano, i soaked in a hot spring...
i am so thankful for my life :)
the fringe festival was fun! we started off cranky for some reason, but we had fun! raqs sahara and sahara tribal performed for two nights at nearly sold out shows. we busted out with our new cane piece, too. sahara tribal busted out with swords.
sunday was our student recital and it went great! raqs west busted out with the new SnakeCharmer urban fusion choreography that i busted out for them. bust out.
then saharabesque. this is our fun fusion show. this year it was stressing a couple of us out because we'd (of course) waited till the last minute to bust out with anything for our solos. but we pulled that ish together. i didn't get to see everyone's piece, but of course i crouched down backstage and stared wide-eyed like a kid looking at santa claus while Rachel Brice busted out. that woman, just incredible. i'm currently obsessed with one of the songs she danced to. it's called "Prenzlauerberg" by Beirut. listen to it. it's beautiful.
after saharabesque a bunch of us went to Busboys and Poets, then i went home at around 2am to pack. i got an hour nap then headed out into the night to fly to Costa Rica.
shoot.
i don't eeeeeeeven know where to start with Costa Rica.
that was so much fun. that was like summer camp. and i love me some summer camp.
i just didn't know what to expect. i knew we were staying at a resort, but i didn't know it was gonna be all like that. it was beautiful. check out my pics here and here. and it was RIDICULOUS fun. i met so many beautiful people. there were 60 plus dancers there from all around the world to learn from Rachel Brice and her very talented assistant Moria.
a typical day for me at Pura Vida would be:
8:30am - wake up laughing because the rooster out in the nearby coffee field is actually saying "cocka doodle doo" and i've never heard that before in real life.
9:00am - eat fresh pineapple, whole grain toast with butter and freshly squeezed juice (oh, so that's what juice is supposed to taste like?) out on the wraparound deck of the dining hall with lots of new friends.
10:00am - try not to topple over while doing yoga led by Rachel Brice (i think got better as the week progressed) and dance drills.
1:00pm - saved by the lunch bell cause i was usually about to die from hunger and/or the ass-kicking dance drills.
3:00pm - hardcore dance class. for real. like dripping sweat, cursing under your breath drills. i loooooove it.
4:50pm - slip out of class 10 minutes early to shower up cause i'm getting a massage and don't want to gross out the masseuse.
5:00pm - fall in out and out of blissful sleep while being rubbed (zaaaahhhhhh).
6:30pm - yummy dinner, talk of what trouble we should get into tonight. talk about the delicious boys who work at the resort.
as for the evening, mix and match:
a. go out on the town with Jorge or Emilio. cringe as the band plays RANDOM music. everything from John Mellencamps "Hurt So Good" to Kool and The Gangs "Celebration". yell "freebird" in between selections. watch the locals go nuts for this random-assed band. fall in love at first sight with local boys.
b. go to a questionable restaurant and bust out singing "Killing Me Softly" very loudly to Renee when it comes on the radio...then ask the confused waiter for "el cheque".
c. costa rica is chilly at night, so bust out and get into the outdoor hot tub and gaze up at the palm trees and the moon. watch OTHER people get in half naked...or all the way naked. hear amy remind you that you'll get scabes and rabies in said hot tub. watch your friends throw up gang signs in the outdoor swimming pool.
d. climb, soaking wet, out of the hot tub and put on your hoodie sweatshirt. go find your friends in a big yoga studio and volunteer to be "it" in a game of tag in the dark. spontaneously make the decision to flap your arms as you chase your friends so that you can be a terradactyl "it". watch your friends fall to the ground crying because your sweater is all wet around the boob area (from your swimsuit) and you didn't put on any pants or shoes, either.
c. fall in love with your masseuse. decide to follow him wherever he goes that night and possibly forever. he decides to walk down the (scary) street to a local bar. you and your friends tag along. risk getting ripped to shreds by super scary looking dogs who are LOOSE. almost pee in your pants while he tells you not to show fear.
d. watch delicious emilio play his guitar and sing songs in Spanish ("even 50% MORE delicious"). suggest "freebird" in between his selections.
that was one of the best weeks, EVER. i took like 300 pics. i saw monkeys, i saw toucans, i saw a volcano, i soaked in a hot spring...
i am so thankful for my life :)
posted by Ebony at 2:57 PM
2 Comments:
....but you didn't mentione how much you luuuuved pajiballes?
i'm glad you had such a great time...i'll have to go there for sure.
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