BraSilesia Zouk Festival
On the train from Katowice to Prague...
Wow, that was weird. The energy changed instantly for me when we stopped in Bohumin. It's not so different outside, still lots of trees and open fields, maybe the sun came out. Maybe there are less z's in the words. Whatever it is Poland was uncomfortable or perhaps rainy, although the tracks were better kept. A bit bumpy there, eh? Ok, so I made it to Katowice, made it to the venue (long hot walk, long wander around a huge sports center, back alley to zouk workshop heaven). I was greeted with hisses and hugs like family, informed I was "on the list", changed and hopped into workshops with Gilson (who remembered me from NYC!) and Maria. I somehow met Chris and Jola, went to the hostel with them, couldn't connect to wifi or my New York friends with whom I was supposed to be staying, and decided to book my own room for the weekend...
Unlike many Friday Congress parties, I had an amazing night of dancing. Perhaps I was already grounded from having attended the workshops along with most of the other participants. Or perhaps I'm getting better at entering into new spaces.
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