Care to dance?
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July 8th, 2008 – by: afredrix
On Tuesday, Kristine, Gita, Keiko and I went to watch the "Choir Wars." Their friend Edite was singing and it would be a great way to witness Latvian folk culture. I can't say enough for the beauty of the songs or how enjoyable it was to sit and listen. I assumed it would stop at that, but in the end, the choir wars were the least interesting part.
After the final choir, while we waited for the judges' results, the real entertainment kicked in.
It's possible I've never had so much fun dancing. Or been as sweaty. And the sole downfall of the evening was that, in the midst of all the heel-to-toe hopping and twirling, I think I may have fractured my foot. Perhaps that's a bit dramatic. Without a proper doctor's inspection, I'm forced to make my own analysis and hobble around in the meantime. All I know is, I can no longer two-step with the best of them and the unattractive and extremely inconvenient limp will linger for weeks to come.
But back to the evening. After the dancing subsided, Keiko and I looked at each other in astonishment when the entire hall of onlookers simultaneously burst into a perfectly-pitched Latvian ballad. And like a flock of migrating birds, they'd switch songs without the slightest indication of instruction.
This continued until almost 3 in the morning: the entire audience sang song after song in perfect unison, and the two americans stared in awe and cultural jealousy.
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