Flamenco and Snakes by ISartosa
Flamenco and Snakes. My Best Holidays. Since Yareah magazine next issue (32) is going to be titled On Vacation. ISartosa has wanted to share her most amazing experience. How about you? What has been your best holiday?
ISartosa: The first time I traveled to the land of flamenco, I was seven years old and I spent a summer in Granada, an old town at the Southeast of Spain.
It is a mountainous town, capital of Andalusia five centuries ago: on a hill you can still see the palace of those old Muslim Kings, La Alhambra, the palace to live “One Thousand and One Nights”. But what impressed me most, it was my visit to the flamenco show, to the Tablao.
I went with my family to the Albaicin, a district of the town built among rocks. There, Gypsies live in typical caves and at night, very many Tablaos start their shows: sometimes they sing, sometimes they dance… usually a guitar is the protagonist.
However, that night the protagonist was a dancer, a young woman who began to dance like a wave, making smooth movements with her arms and hips but, in a moment, something happened, her feet started to tap quicker and quicker and her face turned into a magic dark mask… a snake?
Maybe it was due to the heat, but I saw a big snake violently moving while fighting with its own shadow: the nice dancer had suffered a metamorphosis and, in fact, she had vanished… only a terrible snake was there and nobody was able to speak or to go out.
Since I was seven years old, I was the only one so unconscious as to express my feelings: I started to weep and, fortunately, my tears broke the spell. The snake stopped its terrible jerks and became a young woman again.
When the show was finished and we were returning home, my mother said to me:
-Next time you saw a person turning into an animal, please, wait to the end, it is the most interesting thing you can see in your life. That is why I love flamenco.
Today, I agree with my mum.
Today, I still like flamenco.