First Night Back (no grand return, just shoes and tape)
After the fall (ice pack, bruised pride) and those June detours—Sitges on a Thursday, Lindy hop in Valencia, the “what […]
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After the fall (ice pack, bruised pride) and those June detours—Sitges on a Thursday, Lindy hop in Valencia, the “what […]
First Night Back (no grand return, just shoes and tape) Read More »
People keep asking for a glossary. I always say, “Google it,” then feel bad and end up scribbling stuff on
Flamenco Terms I Actually Use (And Some I Don’t But You’ll Hear Anyway) Read More »
You don’t find real flamenco on posters.You hear it before you see it — drifting down alleyways in Jerez or
Hidden Tablaos & Street Juerga: Flamenco Off the Beaten Path Read More »
It finally happened. After months of scribbling ideas on café napkins, pacing around my apartment, and pestering venue managers who
Booking My First Big Barcelona Event (And Mildly Panicking) Read More »
Sometimes I forget how close Valencia really is until I hop on the train and roll into the city like
A Weekend of Lindy Hop and Late Nights in Valencia Read More »
Somewhere between the souvenir shops of Seville—where ruffled dresses hang limp in plastic—and a dancer I met once in Málaga
The Evolution of Flamenco Fashion: From Tradition to Modernity Read More »
They didn’t invent it. Let’s start there. But they made it bleed. The Gitanos didn’t sit down and design flamenco
Flamenco and the Gitano Identity: More Than Just Music Read More »
You won’t find them on a postcard. They don’t dance for cruise ships or TikTok, and the only algorithm they
The Forgotten Flamenco: Stories from the Margins Read More »
A few years back, I spent a holiday in Fuengirola, on the Costa del Sol. One of those big resorts.
Sorry, flamenco is not Spain’s national music Read More »
Flamenco isn’t just music, dance, or song—it’s something else entirely. A pulse. A heartbeat. A fire in the blood. But
Where Did Flamenco Come From? Read More »