Total FAIL

Well, we're back in the states; we landed last night after a long day of traveling.  And as I was lying awake at 3:25am, I remembered I forgot to tell you about the flamenco show last Monday!  FAIL

We did a foodie/flamenco tour through a group called Devour Spain.  They operate tours in several cities - Madrid, Malaga, Barcelona, etc.  It was so much fun!  Our guide, David, was hilarious.  He greeted us with an Australian accent that I thought was a joke, but it turns out that he moved to Seville three years ago for university and just stayed.  He was a blast!  We had a group of ten, but he made it feel like we were on a private tour.  David led us through several neighborhoods of the old city, fed us delicious tapas (iberico bellota, cured tuna, several different Spanish cheeses, some garlicy shrimp, and a sugar-bomb egg yolk dessert) and then took us a flamenco show.  Wow!

Joe and I saw two Flamenco shows our last trip to Spain, both we more like a dinner theater.  This show was in a small room with two rows of chairs around three sides of a low stage.  A guitarist (who was Stevie Ray Vaughan talented), a singer, and two dancers - a male and a female were the cast of the show.

The man and woman danced together first - sort of a tango style dance, and they were brilliant, both in their abilities and their costumes.  Then the guitarist played while everyone changed clothes.  His fingering was so fast and so fluid.  And the song he played ran the gamut from sweet/melodious to dramatic.  The woman came back out for second dance, and by the end of her performance, she was dripping with sweat and she'd twirled so fast that she'd flung an earring into the singer's lap.  Finally, the man came out to dance.  He stole the show.  He was dynamic and his feet were a blur against the wood.  He wowed us for about ten minutes, then pranced around while removing his vest, rolling up his sleeves, and untucking his shirt (a moment to behold all by itself)...he's sexy and he knows it.  Every woman in the audience swooned.  Then he danced some more, and we swooned again!

The show lasted just over an hour, but I could have watched for many more.  The name of the place - in case you find yourself in Seville with nothing else to do - is La Casa de Flamenco..  I would have included pictures of the dancing, but they don't let you take them.  Sigh.

I have a final wrap up post tomorrow.