I was teaching at The National Ballet School of Canada then and only did one summer intensive - 4 weeks - of classes.
I had a child and a job. One day, while walking from the bus stop to our house, I passed a home and from inside the garage I heard someone practicing Flamenco.
On the third day, I left a note stuck to the front door, asking where this person was studying. And she called me!
Unfortunately, a few days later I got served divorce papers at 10 PM on a week night. Phooey!
Quite a few dreams circled the drain at that point, including me taking Flamenco classes. I still had the shoes...the skirt...oh well. And I still have them! Talk about a die hard!
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