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I never follow the masses. I flee towards danger and not away from it. I will risk something new because it arises from a genuine emotion from within, not because it is a step or a rhythm I have learned or copied from someone else. Each time I dance, I create anew according to the emotions that accompany me. I am curious, as someone with so much passion for flamenco—does your social life revolve around it, as well as your work? Are your friends fellow performers or do you associate socially with completely different people? Flamenco is my art, but what is true of flamenco is true of life itself. For that reason, I cannot separate my art and my life.

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I had to wait three days for the results. These days seemed like an eternity as my life appeared to pass before my eyes. What would I do with the rest of my life if I had little time to live? The results came back. I was free and clear of all cancerous cells. I came home to Sevilla to re-encounter myself! That was two years ago. I was to endure more testing and more waiting for test results, but I guess my first reaction was to resist, to carry on, to be incredulous, to push the demon away. As soon as the production had finished, I returned to Madrid which had been my home for a number of years, although I was born in Seville and spent much of my childhood there.

I was feeling the full physiological and psychological impact of my affliction. I felt that it was not only serious, but urgently life-threatening. I went immediately to a well-known clinic in Madrid and the doctors there confirmed my worst apprehensions—the tests confirmed malignancy. I was admitted to the hospital and three days later, they operated to remove the ganglion cysts in my chest. After the operation, more tests ensued and a small, but even more pernicious tumor cluster was discovered casting off liquid into the aorta. All thoughts of ever dancing again vanished. Every fiber of my being was concentrated on keeping alive. But even that hope seemed to pale as I reached the point where I simply could not endure the chemotherapy that was killing me as sure as the cancer.

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I fell again into the abyss. I alternately felt strength, debility, self-deception, sensitivity, and energy, a desire to live in spite of everything. And, most of all, I experienced an urgent need to return to my place of birth, to return to my Sevilla…to walk the streets of my childhood…to return to the beginning. I had finally reached an acceptance of death. The most difficult part was thinking about the people around me, the people who loved me. I felt a tremendous need to move, to connect with the world…with nature. So I strolled through the streets of Sevilla and down by the River Guadalquivir…every day, for endless hours. I really saw and felt every little thing in the fiber of my being.

The entire plane ride over, my stomach was in knots with anticipation, two parts excitement, one part anxiety. You see, normally when we travel to another non-English speaking country, we just fumble our way through it until we find someone who speaks our language. This time was going to be a little different. We had been told not to expect many English-speakers in Andalusia, so that meant we would be depending on me to talk to the taxi drivers, order our food, buy our bus tickets, and understand directions. No pressure or anything, right? Within ten minutes of landing, we were already putting my new skills to use. As confidently as I could, I walked up to the taxi driver, told him where we needed to go, and then asked him how much it would cost.

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A native Spanish speaker had actually understood what I said. After that first im, conversing became much easier. That normally earned me a laugh and the kindness of a much slower and more enunciated conversation. This post is supposed to be about Seville — see all those pretty photos up there?


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