On the same trip to Spain, the one on which I went to Alhambra, we stopped in Granada and had a tapas lunch. And then some free time. I spent most of it yarn shopping, a topic to which we will return many (many) times in the future.
But because I need to have a little piece of happy today, I am going to talk about what I did after I bought the yarn and still had time left to wander the streets.
Again, it was such a beautiful day. And Granada, about which I knew absolutely nothing, was the same. Enchanting. Busy. Open. Old. Welcoming. Yummy. Warm.
And it has a main square in the Albaicin Quarter where I took these photos. At least, that’s where the tags on my iPhone’s photos tell me I took them. Again, I know nothing about where I was, relying on the excursion to get me where I needed to be, as long as I showed up on time.
The square was big and loud full of people, standing in a ring around these dancers, watching. Listening to them play music and stomp their feet for effect and shout out “Hey!” periodically. It was a dizzying spectacle. And they took turns. It is the hot, sweaty sort of dancing that your throw your entire self into, body and mind and spirit.
It is not for the dispassionate.
It is for those who do not love what they do.
I have no idea if the dancers are professionals hired by the city to entertain tourists or if they are more mobile and freewheeling, working when and as they please (or need). If they have a night job bussing tables or minding the accounting books in an office.
But whichever it is – they clearly dance and play because they feel it. Love it. Have to let it out.
The things in this world that make me feel the same way are not as public. I get giddy over finishing a crochet project, finding yarn that matches my inspiration photos, and petting my cat. I am over the moon when I get a text or a call from one of my children (it does make me want to shout “Hey!”).
And I love to be in a new place on a warm day watching someone else do that which they love most. Like dancing in the streets.
Because on days like today, when I am finding it difficult to find that particular brand of joy, I can look back and borrow a little bit.
Care to join me?
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