Monday, 3 August 2015

this one time, at dance camp

So going to Herräng Dance Camp is a bit like traveling back in time, or suddenly ending up in Oz. Or it's like going to grown-up summer camp... Anyway, when you come here for the first time, as I did, the first thing you'll notice is that this small town has been completely taken over by dance people. Super friendly dance people from all over the world. I imagine its a bit like a festival, but less messy. 




Biking the five minutes from the house we rented through a small wood and on gravel roads to get to the main dance hall might be one of my favorite parts of every night. That feeling reminds me so much of the freedom I felt while biking as a young child, when biking was the only means of transportation that I could maneuver and control myself. The mild summer wind in my hair and the speed...


And then dancing. Just after one day I felt that I had improved my social dancing skills. Even though asking people to dance continues to feels strange. Dancing blues on "Bluesday" was magical, and with my new red dance shoes it was even better...




I'll mostly remember all the fun I had with my friends, the awesome teachers and Blues night. And the slightly unsatisfying feeling of coming home at 4:30, not really being tired and still feeling that you could have continued for a while longer. But there's a class at 10 that you should be fit and fresh for.


Now I just need to learn to dance balboa until next year...