You’re growing, you’re growing, that’s all, they reassured me the next day. One of them always woke up for me, shuffled down the stairs to boil water for a hot water bottle, and massaged my legs until the cries stopped and I fell asleep with the heat tenderizing my calves. Since I was twelve, my skinny legs stretching through the night kept me up and sometimes crying as I stumbled into my parents’ bedroom, moonlight falling over their bodies. We sometimes danced with these older men at clubs, and I confess: I was flattered by all the attention lavished on my brown body after years in junior high and high school being largely ignored by boys those years, with my pink plastic eyeglasses and nose always in a book. It’s a search for the right partner who wants to step together through one of the longest bird lives on the planet: about fifty or so years together. The ones who move the most succeed in finding mates in a dance of mimicry and rhythm that is marvelous-especially in gatherings of upward of several hundred thousand birds. To find a monogamous mate to build their egging structure, a flamingo locks step and step with other flamingos, head-flagging with stretches from their mighty necks and snapping their beaks to the left, then to the right as they march in unison. But of course these parties were fiction. My girlfriends and I bought ice cream during study breaks, each of us with a dollar to our names, and we could scrounge up enough to buy a pint to split if we gave a few extra giggles and smiles and promises of parties where we’d be sure to show up later to the checkout guy. Boys in their late twenties would cruise us over at UDF (United Dairy Farmers, how Midwestern), the convenience store closest to the freshman honors dorm.
I didn’t yet know this body could break into salt. My freshman year in college: seventeen and still stretching, my legs outgrew my torso and I shopped for jeans in the men’s sections of the thrift stores my friends and I rummaged through after class. Flamingos gather around lakes where few fish can live, so they don’t have to compete with anything that eats their favorite food-algae. In hot temperatures, a thick crust of salt is left to bake in the heat-perfect sodium-rich mud to form rock-hard towers, about two feet tall, for nesting its singular egg. The dance is legs akimbo, spindle-stick and joint-backward steps from all you know. No classes on City Holidays.Ĭlass Guidelines: Contact (210) 207-3132 for additional class information and space availability.A flamingo returns to a soda lake for food and to dance. New class curriculum for recitals begins in October. Some classes do not participate in annual recitals. All classes are subject to change or cancellation depending on the number of participants enrolled.Ĭlass Guidelines: All classes are subject to change or cancellation depending on the number of participants enrolled. Program fee is non-refundable and no fees are prorated. Teacher assessment will advance students when necessary on a case-by-case basis. It is common for intro to remain at intro level for several years as they acquire skills for advancement. Instructor will group similar age and level students together after assessment the first week of classes. The Parks and Recreation Department offers a variety of classes at various levels. All classes except introductory levels will need teacher approval. Flamenco dance comprises of both classical movement and artistic rhythmic footwork. Feel the drama and passion of the traditional dances from Spain.
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