what a multicultural week!

Generally, when I don't update for the full week...it's a good thing. it means I'm incredibly busy =D the funny thing is, I feel like I don't actual DO much during the weekdays...but they always fly by. Yesterday, for example, I spent a solid three hours sitting in the second floor kitchen with my girls just...hanging out. it was fabulous =D

during the evenings, however, I seem to have too much to do! Monday night I was grumpy so I went to bed early, but Tuesday was Conversation Club and then a bunch of us went to Buck Mulligans for a drink afterwards. Wednesday was a Flamenco show at the Lieu Unique. Thursday was a rock concert at the fac, and now it's Friday already!

The flamenco performance was AMAZING. I'd never actually watched it live...it's impressive stuff. There were three men: the singer, the guitarist, and the dancer. They were an incredible trio, that's for sure. While the dancer was incredibly talented, it was the guitarist that impressed me the most. I don't know if any of you have actually watched someone play the spanish guitar, but it's unbelievable. Not only is there the fingerings for the notes and chords, but every finger moves on the right hand to pluck at individual strings. It was so cool to watch! The interesting thing is that even though I couldn't understand the words, I knew exactly what story was being told. During one song during which there was no dancing, I closed my eyes and let the story unfold. I could tell immediately that it was a sad story...one of separation. I thought maybe it was between two amants (lovers) but then realized that was right. I finally got the feeling that it was a child...somehow, the narrator lost/was losing a child. needless to say, I was near tears by the end of the song. At the end of the show I was talking with Kristin (who speaks spanish as well as french) and she said she nearly cried at one point as well. Especially, she added, during the song about his son. There was one song about the narrator's sorrow at watching his son growing up and losing the closeness they had when he was a child. At this point, I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at her. We eventually figured out that we were thinking of the same exact song. For me, it just proved the fact that there ARE ways to communicate beyond language.

Needless to say, it was a wonderfully spinechilling experience.

The rock concert at the fac, however...that was a whole DIFFERENT kind of experience! I won't say it was bad. It wasn't exactly my truc (thing), that's for sure, but it was definitely fun to people watch. French people are funny when they get slightly tipsy and start dancing at a rock concert =D granted, anyone is, but that's beside the point. It was just fun to be part of the fac culture!

Tomorrow is a Schubert concert...ergo my title of a very multicultural week =)

à+!