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Fall back

Happy first day of fall!

I realize I’ve been absent from here for a while. Turns out that transitioning from college life to real-world life is a little time consuming. Going to class for two hours a day in college is perfectly fine, but going to work for two hours a day is not. Needless to say, I’ve spent a lot of hours working this summer. But I love my job so that’s ok!

I figured since today is the start of a new season and now that I’m fairly adjusted to this new season in life (just look at the metaphors and analogies!) it’s time to return to my blog. There’s more to come, but for now enjoy the beautiful sights of fall in Arkansas.

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Feels good to be a winner

Feels good to be a winner! That has been the catchphrase of our spring break adventure in Florida.

Seven of my good friends and I have been in Destin since Saturday relaxing, enjoying ourselves and most importantly… taking a break from all things school-related.

I’ll tell y’all what feels good… being on spring break, that’s what.

We have the privilege of staying in a beautiful hotel with a private beach (say what?!) right on the water. It’s lovely. A shuttle takes us from the hotel to the beach where we sit in beach chairs, under beach umbrellas, on the beach, with white sand, on the beach. Beach, beach beach. That’s a word we don’t get to say a lot in Kansas. Gotta make the most of it, you know.

But for real, our days basically consist of sleeping in (what’s that?), eating breakfast on our balcony overlooking the Destin harbor, moseying on down to the dock to meet the shuttle that takes us to the beach, where we sit in beach chairs, reading books, snacking, napping, tanning, watching the people, watching the water and basically being beach bums.

I love it. Can I be a beach bum forever, please?

Actually, nope, I take that back. I don’t think I would like to be a beach bum forever. I would miss my beautiful Kansas dirt way too much.

But I’ll take the beach for vacation any day.

Here are just a few shots I’ve snapped of spring break with my iPhone.

After driving ten hours on Saturday, this was the first glimpse we had of Destin. That’s our hotel! So nice… nicer than anything I’ve ever stayed in before! (Also sorry about my dirty windshield. I could have Photoshopped that out, but hey, I’m on vacation.)

This is the kitchen in our suite. I only see kitchens like this in my dreams. I’m getting so spoiled this week.

This was our first day on the beach. Before I was tan. Before the water was “pretty.” I mean, I think water in general is a beautiful thing (if you’ve ever lived on a farm, you know what I mean) but it looks a little brown in this picture. Later that afternoon, after the tide changed and the sun came out even more, the water turned an amazing blue-green that I almost couldn’t believe was real.

Here’s the pretty water. And a really fun sailboat. I thought it looked like a pirate ship. This is definitely a sight I will never see in Kansas or Arkansas. Florida abounds with new adventures.

This is the cutest, tiniest post office I have ever seen! We took a day trip down the coast on Monday to the charming little town of Seaside. We walked around and explored the town, which is where “The Truman Show” was filmed (trivia!). We like it so much, we’re going back tomorrow.

Monthly roundup

I told myself that this would never happen. I told myself I wouldn’t be one of those bloggers that fell off the face of the earth for indefinite periods of time only to resurface and say, “Oh I’m so sorry! But my life got busy and this and that and blah, blah, blah.” But it’s happened… again.

Here’s the deal.

I graduate in less than two months. And while I am ready to be done with school and homework, I am definitely nowhere near ready to leave the friends family I’ve made over these past four years. I am determined to soak up every minute I have left with the absolutely wonderful people in my life. And if my blog posts have to come less frequently in order for me to do that, then so be it.

I still love y’all. Promise. But y’all are just gonna have to hold yer horses for a while.

So, as is (somewhat) usual for me, here’s the monthly roundup of the last month of my life. It has been full of adventure!

 

My friend and I went to the historic district of a nearby town last month and explored. It was so fun! The area was beautiful and charming and there were advertisements painted on the sides of buildings. I’m a sucker for old advertisements painted on the sides of buildings. Just to let y’all know.

It snowed. Once. And it melted the same afternoon it came down. That’s been the only sign of winter we’ve seen all year. And as much as I like snow, I ain’t complaining. Bring on summer! I’m ready for warmth and sunshine!

The sunsets have been beautiful! This is good for my soul. (But let it be known that sunsets in Kansas are still 4597230958 times better than they are in Arkansas.)

I’ve been learning lots of useful things in school. This is from my freshman-level art history class. It’s my favorite. Can’t ya tell?

And even though I’m totally slacking off in class (and not ashamed of it), I’m still keeping up my grades (see, Momma?). In fact, this was the highest grade I’ve ever made on a test in college. Thank you freshman-level art class that takes almost no effort to pass.

I went skeet shooting last weekend with some friends. It was a blast! I’ve shot trap before (once) but this was my first time shooting skeet. I was terrible. But it was great fun. It’s my goal in life to be a good shot someday. Then I won’t feel like such a poser. I swear, what kind of country girl can’t shoot a gun? Oh right, me. Farm girl fail.

That’s about all for now. I’ll do my best to keep y’all updated as much as possible, but like I said, I’m gonna enjoy the heck out of every last minute I have until graduation! I only have 79,719 minutes left. That’s 55 days.

That’s too soon.

Daily anti-joke: kskristy style

I set the oven mitt on fire again today.

You’d’ve thought I’d learned my lesson after the great muffin disaster… yeah, not so much.

Somebody send me back to kindergarten, or cooking 101, or wherever it is that they teach you how to not set kitchen accessories on fire.

Please.

The structural integrity of my house depends on it.

 

But do y’all know what’s better than setting an oven mitt on fire?

 

A beautiful sunset picture.

And that was your daily anti-joke: kskristy style.

For those of you who are completely confounded and confused, perplexed and puzzled, let me explain. An anti-joke is is a type of comedy in which the listener is set up to expect a typical joke, but the joke ends with such anticlimax that it becomes funny in its own right. The lack of punchline is the punchline.

I’m sorry. I really think anti-jokes are corny. But certain friends of mine have had a negative influence on me and fill my life with anti-jokes on a regular basis.

If you’re reading this, you know who you are.

And y’all better enjoy this one moment of glory because I will never tell an anti-joke again.

Amen.

Instead, I’m going to work on finding a 12-step program that helps people who suffer from destructive behaviors like repetitively igniting oven mitts.

Wish me luck.

Recaps, reviews and resolutions

Everybody’s doing it. You know, writing a “Here’s-what-I-did-in-2011-and-here’s-what-I’m-going-to-do-in-2012” blog post. And I’m finally jumping on that bandwagon. I’m only four days late.

I run on my own schedule.

 

2011 was a fun year! And because I’m sure y’all have already read a bunch of these kinds of lists and I don’t want to bore you, I’ll just rattle off a few quick highlights. I’m sure this is probably more for my benefit/nostalgia/enjoyment than yours anyway.

–2011 saw more snow days for my little Arkansas university than it had seen in 30+ years.

–Said snow days occurred as a result of one heck of a crazy snowstorm everyone dubbed, “The Snowpocalypse.”

–Then came, “The Rainpocalypse.”

–I failed at baking brownies, coloring, cards, and drawing the state of Kansas.

–The highlight of the year was definitely completing an internship in Spain!

–I decided to take the LSAT and possibly apply to law school.

–I started my senior year of college.

–I got to TP a basketball court.

–2011 closed out with a (semi)-winter storm and plenty of Christmas and New Year’s parties.

 

Now… for 2012.

I’m not much for resolutions. It’s not something I’ve ever really done and I’m much more of a go-with-the-flow person as opposed to making a plan and sticking to it tooth and nail.

I jokingly told a friend that I had made a one-day resolution to cheer for the Denver Broncos when they played the Kansas City Chiefs even though I am a huge Chiefs fan. I only did it because I didn’t want the Oakland Raiders to go to the playoffs, which they would have if Kansas City won. A few minutes after the game started though, I figured out that if Oakland lost their game to the San Diego Chargers, it didn’t matter if Denver won or lost; Oakland would be denied a playoff berth. (If you’re unfamiliar with the NFL playoff system, let me tell you, it can get a little crazy!)

So I said heck with the Donkeys, uhh… Broncos, and cheered all-out for my Chiefs!

And it all ended up working out ok. The Chiefs won and Oakland lost! Yay!

But, I digress.

Back to New Year’s resolutions.

Which I don’t really make.

With the exception of sarcastic one-day resolutions pertaining to football games that I actually make for selfish reasons.

And then break ten minutes into them.

I have problems. I know this.

But for real. A couple days before the new year, I downloaded a year in photos app for my iPhone. Y’all know what I’m talking about. Take one picture a day, every day, for 365 days.

Now, I’m really not a fan of such long-term commitments, mostly because I don’t like planning and being tied down, but also because I’m pretty sure I’ll break them. Nevertheless, I’m attempting this one. And by attempting, I mean keeping up with it as long as I can and not caring too much when I miss a day.

I’ve kept up with it so far though! Four days… impressive, I know.

Here are the first three photos and captions. (I haven’t uploaded the fourth to my computer yet. It and subsequent photos will hopefully follow.)

 

New Year’s Cookies! This is a family tradition. Every year my aunt makes these delicious German treats. This year I had at least six of them. I lost count after that, so the final tally isn’t exactly known. Oh well, it’s better that way. I’d probably rather not know how many I ate. I tend to overindulge a bit during all the holiday parties.

I have problems. I know this.

Being a cat is rough. Just ask my cat, Turvy, and he’ll tell you all about it. He gets to spend all day inside and stick his head in the bag of cat food and eat whenever he wants. And he’s supposed to be an outside cat. Pshhh. My mother spoils him.

Family Christmas supper at the local restaurant. This was like the twelfth (and final… thank goodness) family Christmas we’ve had this year. I love my family. I really, really do. And I love get-togethers and parties! But we like to eat in my family, so there is always tons of food at our get-togethers and my stomach has finally said enough.

The flip side is that in a week, I know I’ll be back at school dying to have a home-cooked meal again, so I really shouldn’t complain.

And that’s all for now, folks!

I hope y’all had a fantastic Christmas and New Year’s with your friends and families and that you can approach each day in 2012 as it comes, with a smile on your face!

T minus two

T minus two… DAYS.

Not months.

Not weeks.

DAYS.

I’m taking the LSAT on Saturday. Holy cow.

I haven’t studied in over a month. I meant to. I just got… busy. And October 1 crept up on me fast.

I don’t even know if I want to go to law school.

I’m trying to tell myself, “This is only a practice test. Just go into it with the attitude that it doesn’t even matter. It might be all for nothing anyway so don’t even worry about it.”

A lot of good that’s doing me.

Five minutes ago I looked up directions to the testing center and just doing that gave me a huge pit in my stomach.

What have I gotten myself into? Is voluntary torture like this even legal? (Update: I totally just re-read this and laughed. I’m asking questions about the legality of the LSAT… haha.)

There’s a saying among law students that in your first year, they scare you to death; in your second year, they work you to death; and in your third year they bore you to death. Well I’m starting to believe it because I’m already scared out of my mind to take the LSAT and that’s only supposedly a small taste of what’s to come.

Did you know that I am only allowed to enter the testing center with a gallon size plastic bag? In it, I can only have my admissions ticket, my ID, my wallet, my keys, No. 2 pencils (I HATE pencils), erasers, tissues (to stop the bleeding when my brain aneurysm ruptures), a 20 oz. beverage in a plastic container and a snack for break time. Anything else and they kick me out.

I’m worried I’m going to mess that up! Which would make it easy, I guess… no LSAT, no law school. Done. Decision made.

Not really. I don’t want to shut any doors just yet.

And now I’ll leave you with a low-quality (sorry) picture I pulled off Google Images.

Because if Elle Woods can do it, doggone it, so can I.

Ellipsis list…

I miss…

…my blog. It’s been over a month since my last post. I’m so sorry about that! I’ve missed y’all.

…Spain. I found this picture on Pinterest yesterday. (you can find the original here:)

This is Sunflower Valley in Valencia, Spain.

Holy cow beautiful.

I never knew Spain had such beautiful sunflower fields. I was only six and a half hours away from this place while I was in Málaga this summer. Why didn’t I know about this?

I love sunflowers. They remind me of Kansas.

Minus the whole cliff in the background thing. That’s not like Kansas at all.

In this past month I have…

…started my senior year of college. And come down with a major case of Senioritis, which I’ve actually had for the past three years. I put off my homework and all I want to do is have fun times with fun people. Can I major in that please?

…not studied for the LSAT. And I’m taking it on Saturday. Is there a problem here? My logical reasoning skills say yes.

…got an iPhone! Actually, I did that this morning. It’s fantastic. And a time waster. But hey, I don’t care all that much about my homework anyway so we’re all good, right?

Which brings me back to… I miss…

…my Kansas phone number. I had to get an Arkansas phone number with my new iPhone and I just realized that for some reason I was really attached to my old Kansas phone number. Is that dumb? Yes? Ok, I’ll get over it.

Thanks for loving me even though I miss trivial things like phone numbers and don’t blog for a month.

Y’all are wonderful. I’ll be back soon. In less than a month, I promise!

The road to law school begins

Well, I’m actually going to do this. I’m preparing to go to law school.

I think.

The jury’s still out.

Haha. Let the bad lawyer jokes begin.

But in all seriousness, I’ve begun studying for the LSAT. It took a lot of debating and contemplating the pros and cons of law school (meaning I was basically indecisive and procrastinating) but I finally came to the conclusion that I would regret it if I never at least tried.

I bought an LSAT study book last week, thinking it might be the kick in the butt I needed to get me going. I’m a person who feels horribly guilty if I ever waste my money, so I thought that if I actually bought a book, my conscience wouldn’t let me let the book just sit around and not get put to use.

This is the book I bought.

I liked what I read when I flipped through it in the bookstore. The explanations were fairly easy to follow and it seemed like the book did a good job of teaching different strategies to help work through the problems.

There was just one problem with the book.

I couldn’t stand the cover.

It was boring and not pretty and I told myself I could not stand looking at that woman every time I picked up the book for the next two months.

So I procrastinated from using the book to study just a little bit longer so I could decorate it. I used some stationary I had laying around and a few mismatched stickers and created this new book cover.

It’s no masterpiece, but at least I won’t go crazy looking at it for two months. And I like the smiley face button I taped on it as an afterthought. It’s the little things like that that make me happy and keep me going.

So far, I’ve taken a diagnostic test and read through a couple logic game strategies. And I’m actually enjoying it! In fact, the more I read and study, the more I get an overwhelming desire to conquer this test. It’s a new challenge for me and I always love a good challenge. It brings out the competitive side in me. And believe me, I can get super competitive. Which in this case, I see as a good thing because it motivates me to study more.

And seeing as I only have six weeks until the October LSAT, I need all the motivation I can get.

España – the final photos

I am home. It is wonderful.

I love you, America (in spite of all your national debt problems).

My flights went well all the way back. In fact, I’ve never had flights go so smoothly. There were no delays and my layovers weren’t long either. Sitting on a plane for eight hours was the worst of it all and even that wasn’t too bad.

Thank you Lord for traveling mercies.

Anyway, as promised, here are my last photos from Spain documenting the Camino de Santiago.

But first, a brief rundown of what the Camino actually is.

The Camino de Santiago is a pilgrimage walked from wherever you start (one trail starts in France, one in Portugal, others in various Spanish towns) to the city of Santiago de Compostela. It is believed that the remains of St. James are buried in the cathedral there.

The Camino de Santiago (literally translated to mean The Way of Saint James) is seen by Catholics as a sort of penance for their sins. They believe the suffering they incur on the walk is a result of their sins and upon arriving at the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, they confess their sins and are pardoned.

Of course, not everybody walking the Camino is Catholic or believes in the pilgrimage as penance. People come from all over the world to walk the Camino, and while some do it for religious reasons, others do it simply for the adventure or the challenge. But (fun fact) everyone must claim some sort of “religious purpose” when checking in at the Pilgrim’s Office at the end of their journey, otherwise the compostela, or certificate of completion, can be denied.

I went on the Camino as part of my internship. My co-workers and I went to scope out footage for a possible documentary on the Camino. And that’s about all I can say regarding our work. I’ll let you know more as the project develops.

Now for the photos.

 

This is my credencial. My pilgrim’s passport. The stamp on the left was my starting point. You can see I started in the town of Sarria. That’s 112 kilometers (70 miles) away from Santiago de Compostela. As we walked, we would stop in cathedrals and restaurants along the way to get a sello, or stamp. When you get to the Pilgrim’s Office, you must present your passport and it is checked to make sure it has the correct stamps. Now I’m not sure exactly what that means, but I know if you miss a stamp somewhere, you don’t get the compostela, so they’re kind of a big deal. (No worries, I got all my stamps.)

This was towards the beginning of our journey. As you’ll see in the upcoming photos, most of the Camino was out in the wide open spaces, winding through fields and trees, but as you can see from this photo, we also walked through towns.

If you read the bottom of the big brown sign, you’ll see the word, albergue. Albergues are hostels along the Camino for pilgrims to spend the night in. Because we were part of a large group, we never stayed in an albergue. We spent the nights in tents at campsites or in public gyms.

These markers were all along the Camino. The told you what province you were in (located at the bottom of the marker) and how many kilometers were left to walk until Santiago de Compostela. At this point, we still had a long, long way to go. People also put rocks on top of the markers. I never found out the reason for that. I assume it’s just rite of passage.

There was beautiful scenery along the way.

This reminds me of Colorado.

This reminds me of home.

Poor girl needs to be milked.

More cows!

And sheep!

Northern Spain was very agricultural. There were corn fields all over the place along with quaint little farms and dairies. It almost felt like home.

I love this shot of the trail.

I don’t remember the Spanish name for this monument, but in English it’s called the Mountain of Joy.

I was joyful in front of the Mountain of Joy because I thought I was almost to Santiago de Compostela. It was the last day and I was tired. And as it turned out, I had another 5K to go.

It hurt, but I made it.

The whole walk was a lot more painful than I expected it to be. In my mind, walking would be no big deal. If we were running the Camino, that would have been a different story, but walking… pshh, piece of cake.

Ha.

Take 70 miles in five days, add a 20 pound backpack, some not so awesome shoes and hilly terrain and you’ve got one tired girl… with nice calves. There’s always a plus side to everything!

The Camino was definitely different than anything I’ve ever done. And while it was a lot harder than I thought it ever could be, I’m so glad I did it.

And now I’m so glad to be home.

Thanks for hanging with me on my crazy journey through Spain. I appreciate y’all reading and following along.

Much love,

kskristy

Audios, España. Hello, America!

My last post from Spain.

This is the kind of moment where a normal person would get all fancy and poetic and say some sort of emotional farewell about how it’s bittersweet to be leaving, how part of their heart will always be in Spain… blah, blah, blah.

I’m not that kind of gal.

Nope, my fond farewell sounds a little more like this, “Hasta la vista, baby… I’m going home! And God Bless America!”

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve loved my time in Spain. I really, truly have. But I’m so ready to get back to the States.

My wonderful, blessed, familiar, Walmart-shopping, sweet tea-drinking, cowboy boot-wearing, beef for dinner-eating, red white and blue, English-speaking country. Amen.

So, so ready. You have no idea.

I’ve been going crazy this past week, chomping at the bit for this moment. The moment where my apartment is clean (ok, well that hasn’t happened quite yet), where my bags are all packed (y’all have got to be out of your precious minds if you think that’s already happened! Anybody who knows me knows I’m still packing two minutes before I’m out the door), where I’m on that plane and headed home (and obviously that hasn’t happened yet either).

So basically I’m still waiting for “that moment.” But in my head, I’m so there.

 

And switching gears now for a sec… gotta take care of business, you know.

I know I haven’t posted Camino photos yet. I’m sorry. I’m ashamed. I’m a bad blogger. Forgive me.

I’ve been busy preparing for “that moment.”

Unfortunately, photos won’t be up for several more days.

I think I have something on the schedule for tomorrow. Hmm… I can’t seem to remember what it was. I think it might take me all day… what could it be?

How about spending 24 hours on a plane/in an airport? That part I am not excited about, but I’ll take it if it gets me home.

And then right away I’m heading up to one of my favorite places in the whole wide world. THE LAKE. (I just want y’all to know that normally, I’m totally against typing words in all caps. It makes me feel like a 13-year-old girl. I’m not ok with that. But the lake is a big deal. It warrants all caps.)

I’m going to spend a few days at the lake with my wonderful, wonderful family who I haven’t seen in two months. No internet. No kskristy. Sorry about ya. I’ll be focusing all of my efforts on wakeboarding, kneeboarding, skiiing and eating. I love y’all, but that’s just the way it’s gotta be.

Girl’s gotta live it up, ya know?

Anyway, then I’m driving nine hours back to Kansas. And then I’m going to die. For two or three days at least. I’m willing myself to hold off the jet lag until then. No jet lag allowed at the lake. There’s time for that later. That’s the pep talk I’m going to give myself. What? You think I should be named Motivational Speaker of the Year? Why, thank you, I accept. I always knew that speech would touch people someday…

Sorry. Back on track.

But for real. I’m going to be tiiiiiiiiired. (This also makes me feel like a 13-year-old girl. But again, it was necessary for proper emphasis. Or maybe I’m already a little too tired…)

I’ll post the Camino photos sometime during the week that I’m home.

Until then, here’s one to tide you over.

Dreamy, ain’t it?

I can’t wait to share more with you.

But right now, it’s a quarter after midnight in Spain and I have a million things to do before heading out to the airport in just a few hours.

Catch ya later in the States. Much love for now,

kskristy

España miscellany – road signs

If this isn’t a typical tourist thing to do, then I don’t know what is…

I’ve succumbed to taking pictures of Spanish road signs.

Maybe succumbed isn’t the right word. I’m not completely ashamed. The signs are kind of amusing. I just feel like I might as well put a sign on my back saying, “I don’t belong here!” whenever I snap a shot of something so ordinary.

But in the end, the photographer in me always wins out.

Take this sign for example.

I’ve seen numerous signs like this along all the highways in Spain, but never stopped to take a picture of one.

I always just scoff at them.

Tractors and horse-drawn carriages, huh? In Spain? You’ve got to be kidding me. We ain’t in Kansas anymore. Do Spaniards even know what a tractor is? And who would drive a horse-drawn carriage down a major highway? Are there Amish people here?

Now I have to say that in Málaga my scoffing is perfectly legitimate. Málaga is one big cement and concrete jungle. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve seen a patch of nice green grass around here.

But up north in Galicia, where I walked the Camino de Santiago, now that’s a different story. Not only were there tractors in Galicia, there were dairy cows and corn fields and the whole shebang. It felt a little like home. But that’s a story for another day.

I’m just glad the signs finally started making some sense.

But here’s one I don’t think I’ll ever understand.

This was at a beach in a little coastal town in northern Spain called Combarro.

Interesting beach policies in Combarro.

You are welcome to take your daily shower at the beach. But you must never play tennis (all other sports are permitted) and you cannot bring your… goat?

Your guess is as good as mine on that one.

I saw this and immediately thought of The Supremes.

“Stop! In the name of love…”

It’s actually just meant to prevent unauthorized persons from entering whatever was behind it, which didn’t look like anything top-secret enough to warrant such an intense sign, but whatever.

The Spanish are dramatic people.

Case in point.

I believe this sign is trying to tell me that there is a high suicide rate among automobiles in Spain.

So hide your Fords and hide your Hondas ‘cuz dey all gon’ down tha drink up in here.

I’m sorry. That was bad.

But for real. What else could this sign be saying? Don’t drive your car into the ocean?

I’m pretty sure that’s rule #1 in driver’s ed. It was in Kansas anyway. Because we have so much water, you know. It’s a real danger to beginning drivers.

Anyway, your guess is as good as mine on this one too.

And now I’m off to go ponder the deeper meanings of life.

Much love,

kskristy

España day 25 – James Franco, Ian Somerhalder and Spanish flamenco

Welcome back me! I’ve been back in Málaga for two days now after traveling to northern Spain the previous week. I went up there to walk a 70+ mile stretch of the Camino de Santiago in just five days. It was an incredible experience, but I’ll save that for another post. I’ve got some catching up to do first.

Before I left, I meant to post photos from a flamenco dance show I had the privilege of attending. Well, life happened and I never got around to posting them. I’ve just gotta share the photos with you though, so here they are!

 

Actually, this isn’t flamenco quite yet. (Bonus points for you if you figured that out before I told you.) It’s the cute little town where the flamenco show was held, called Mijas. It’s on the National Register of Historic Places (or whatever the Spanish equivalent of that is) because it’s an all white town. Evidently they aren’t very common in Spain anymore. I thought it was lovely… historic register certified or not.

Ok, now for the flamenco dancers.

They came out in very traditional flamenco dress and performed a traditional flamenco dance.

I’m qualified to tell you this because I am very well-versed in the history of traditional flamenco. It’s how we dance in Kansas all the time. Castanets and everything.

This is called chemistry.

Flamenco is all about chemistry. And passion. And stamping your feet.

More chemistry.

I may or may not have had a major crush on Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome on the right there.

He is what you would call in Spanish a “Super Guapo,” or SG for short.

Then Super Guapo left and the ladies did some interpretive dance with baskets. I think they were doing laundry.

They obviously have very different feelings about doing laundry.

Red polka-dot woman has found her true calling in life and blue polka-dot woman is unimpressed.

Now both of them are happy.

So happy their skirts are flying up.

Laundry isn’t exactly the sort of thing that makes my skirt fly up, but to each his own I suppose.

Then Super Guapo came back and they all had a party.

The guy on the left reminded me of Vince Vaughn.

Don’t ya think? Minus the guyliner and the difference in skin color, they’re practically twins.

Regardless, this guy made some pretty great faces throughout the whole show.

He meditated.

He just about had the heavy metal rocker thing going on in this one.

I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I think the woman’s expression is just as good as Vince Vaughn’s. Wonder what she’s looking at?

Vince Vaughn is about to fall over. Super Guapo is happy.

Hi there, Super Guapo.

Since I’m naming Spanish flamenco dancers after American celebrities, let me just say that I think Super Guapo looks like a mix of James Franco and Ian Somerhalder.

Oh dear. Someone catch me because I am going to faint. Or my skirt is going to fly up. One of the two. Both would be bad.

Three super guapos are just too much for me.


Super Guapo has his own girl anyway.

I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

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