Flamenco Love

Just over 10 years ago I took Flamenco dancing lessons while studying abroad in Granada, Spain.  I still have my Flamenco shoes in my closet eternally waiting for Flamenco lessons to become available in London, ON, Canada.  It’s been a long wait that continues.  Last night I was able to attend a Flamenco show put on my 4 musicians and dancers who study Flamenco in Sevilla, Spain.  This was my husband’s first time seeing such a spectacle and a great prelude to what he’ll see when we go back to visit Granada in August.   The event was very small; I counted a maximum 50 people.  It was a powerful and intimate performance.  At intermission my husband turned to me with “What do you think?” and I must admit it was great, but after living in Granada (the birthplace of Flamenco) and seeing real gypsies and Flamenco artists perform with the Alhambra in the background – I’ve been pretty spoiled.  Last night I was reminded of my love for Flamenco and the got the push to start planning my August vacation to Italy, Spain, and Austria.

 

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This women was the tallest and most blonde Flamenco dance I have ever see.  It was impossible to take in her movement with my glance.

 

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I could not stop staring at the guitarists shoes.  They were black healed Flamenco shoes.  Like this:

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They were perfectly worn in, scuffed, and reinforced and looked like they had been dance through and stomped millions of nights.  I may need to investigate this more.

Confession time

I drink coffee.

I have a confession to make.  This will surprise everyone who knows me.  I have begun to drink coffee, and I enjoy it.  I have loved the smell of coffee, but I have been an avid tea drinker my whole life.  I can not not start my day without the biggest mug available of Orange Pekoe with stevia and a slice of lemon.  Throughout my day I drink green tea, and at night I have an herbal tea.   My current night time obsession is Celestial Seasonings Apple Spice tea.  I love it because if I add stevia to it it tastes like a dessert and curbs my sweet tooth after dinner.

When I lived in Spain for a year, café con leche was a regular part of my day.  It’s equal parts bold coffee and scalding milk. Sometimes I would even drink two or three in one sitting.  In retrospect, the whole milk was likely the cause of my digestive problems back then, but I didn’t even know that lactose intolerance could exist.  You live; you learn.

Black coffee is completely lost on me.  However, adding some milk and sugar to it, and  I can understand what the whole fuss is about, but I honestly just never cared to pursue that since I have realized that milk is not my friend.

About two weeks ago, I realized that with my husband’s espresso machine I could probably replicate a café con leche.  Using almond coconut milk, espresso, and stevia I was able to make a coffee drink I actually enjoyed.  I choose to drink it with almond coconut milk because I seem to have an intolerance to milk, and it has 12g of sugar per cup.  Almond milk on its own with coffee isn’t really good, but Almond Breeze sells a combo of almond and coconut.  On the other hand, coconut milk with coffee is amazing.  So I have had this creation of mine once every few days, and I have noticed that I feel its affects within 20 minutes.  My mind is clearer, and I might be in a better mood.  I’ve tried to get the same drink made at Starbucks, but they don’t have almond or coconut milk so I opt for soy milk which I’m not a fan of for health reasons, but it tastes ok.  It’s called a café misto or ½ Americano and ½ milk.  My husband thinks it tastes like cardboard. I agree. The home version is better.

Now I wonder – do the effects of coffee remain the same if you have one coffee a day.  I don’t want to build a tolerance to it; I’d rather drink it when I need a pick-me-up.

Today’s mistake was sleeping in and then drinking a coffee a 4pm.  It’s almost one a.m, and I’m not tired.