Tonight we went to see Ailey II Dance Troupe perform. They did interpretive dance to classical, jazz, and African music. Their dances were so beautiful, very nice formations, and a great performance.
Sadly though, the one guy's fly was open for about 3 songs. I felt so bad for him. He got a few extra cheers from the audience when he bowed too, everyone knew why the girls were screaming, but I suppose he'll go home later, watch the tape, and be mortified.
At the end of the show the audience was clapping like all good audiences should until they did an encore. But then the lights would go off and we would think it was over but then the lights came back on. This happened about 15 times. We clapped till our hands were raw. I think the lighting guys were playing some sick psychological game, "how long will it take till the audience realizes we are going to make them clap all night and finally just stop" Not that the performance wasn't excellent, but the clapping was amusing...
Ronda is another of those cliff towns, that look like they could take a tumble anyday. The Arab Baths we visited were sooo cool. The Arabs were freaking geniuses. I would so want to go to a hot room, cold room, massage room, pool room, etc. if I lived back then. Heck, I want my own bath house now. I´d invite all my friends and we could have a bath house party!.jpg)
I've noticed a trend that a lot of southern Spanish cities build their homes on the edge of a cliff. Come on guys. Who really thought that was a good idea?? This is my room mate Kourtney and me. I dressed for a winter storm, but then it was deadly hot on the bus ride there and I though I would die of heat.
We spent two days in Toledo touring all the "stuff" there. It was really fairytale-like with the all ancient history around us. We saw the famous Greco in a cathedral that I don´t remember the name of. We toured a monastary, a synagogue (I think), a cathedral, and a castle, all quite beautiful. The city basically rests on a edge of a cliff and it is so awesome to see. I bought a dagger in a local shop although I really wanted a sword but feared it may not fare well in my suitcase at the airport. We went shopping in the local tiendas and I tried callos. Let me tell you, never order callos de madrileños. As I found out later it was a steaming bowl of the lining of a cow`s stomach. We took pictures of the hair...or whatever it was... floating in my food. Hmmmm. yeah.
Let´s break this down into more than one day, starting with some things from Madrid.
