When I was a kid I got a card from my grandparents that they sent me from her annual vacation in Spain, Andalusia every year. When I was a kid I got a card from my grandparents that they sent me from her annual vacation in Spain, Andalusia every year. The postcard was always the same image: a beautiful young girl with a bright colored ruffled skirt was made of real fabric. Each time when I got this card, the desire to wear as a dress and dance Flamenco awoke in me. This year I was in Seville and the dream came true. Seville is the capital of flamenco and one flamenco shows, flamenco shops and flamenco schools on every corner will. On my first evening in Seville I attended “La Carboneria” where every evening flamenco shows to be shown live. As I watched the dancers and I heard the music was the desire to dance bigger flamenco.
I had come to the city with one goal, to get to the famous Spanish dance. I booked me a room in a hotel in Seville, in the Center, bought a pair of shoes and wrote me a Flamenco course in a local school a. I had 3 hours of lessons per week and real size progressed, I felt like a Spaniard. After my last lesson, I chatted with my teacher about the spring all women their Flamecokleider Feria on which to showcase, as she invited me to his home to show me their different clothes. This was the chance of my life. As I entered her walk-in closet, I felt like a kid in a candy store. I touched the flowing fabrics of colorful dresses and marveled at every design of clothes. Then came the dream question would you like to try one?” I think you can imagine what was my answer.
The only difficulty was to select one. Finally, I took a stunning red dress with black dots and four layers of ruffles. We danced back and forth in her living room was like a dream, my dream became a reality. The stay was the best vacation of my life, and it’s probably Needless to say that I mean hotel in Seville for my return was booked in the next year.