Want to hear them live? And watch them in full color, while two adorable girls dance the Irish way, with a third tiny one in the background? Yes? 😀
Check out the other entries at Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge
THIRDEYEMOM – writer, blogger and social good advocate – provides us with this week’s Photo Challenge: Humanity:
The more I see the world, the more I realize that although people are different, we’re very much the same. We speak different languages, have different cultures, religions, values, and physical traits, yet we all share common hopes and dreams of love, family, and survival. When I travel, I’m inspired to take photographs that capture humanity — of everyday people around the world — and provoke compassion and an understanding of our differences. My favorite photos capture the emotions of others and spark a curiosity about their lives. For me, these images reflect humanity and create connections between us.
As you may know, last May I’ve been to Malawi with a group of education students. In two weeks they exchanged teaching methods, personal and professional experiences and also lots of fun. This photo for me expresses what humanity is about.
Dare to be different. Dare to be the same.
My Saturday in Six Words:
All night long actually. In my head, in my dreams, and yesterday evening for real! It was cramped, it was hot, it was FUN.
The annual party of our academy took place at a restaurant in Breda. On the top floor. Which means that the heat of all four floors, complete with delicious smelling food temptations, was drifting upwards towards the attic. You may believe me when I say that forty-four people in an attic tend to steam. And steam we did 😉
We started with a dance workshop. Since my V-man
abhors doesn’t like to dance, and Sandra’s husband wouldn’t arrive until later, she and I decided to partner up. Sandra took the leading male role, as she is a head taller than me. Our dance instructors were very capable – gliding over the dance floor in perfection – and nice. We were nice too. 😉 They started teaching us the basic principles of the cha-cha, both visual and vocal, with different directions for male and female dance partners. And each time he gave the ladies instructions, Sandra would join in too. She is a lady after all.
After fifteen minutes of moving to the side, to the back, to the side and front, they thought us capable enough for more complicated turns, rolls, step-outs and stuff. One dancer almost smashed a candle. Others bumped into others. Sandra poked our neighbor, who was dancing with his seven months pregnant wife – just for encouragement, mind you. The effects were immediately visible. He lost it. Each time. The same thing happened when Sandra’s husband walked in. She lost it, and I lost her in the middle of a step-out maneuver.
Get back here!
I grabbed her arm and tossed her into the right direction. Well, sort of.
We grinned, danced, wiped our sweaty brows, danced, laughed and wiped away tears of laughter. Through a rumba – the slower version of the cha-cha – our instructors tried to cool us down a bit, but to no use. A short break was due. When I sat down with the V-man to gulp down a glass of much-needed water, he told me that he was only not-dancing to spare me blue toes. That he would have stepped on them repeatedly. Such a considerate man 😉 I shook my head and reunited with my dancing buddy. Half an hour later the workshop ended in the grande finale, which meant that we could actually dance a whole number instead of practicing the moves. By that time I was at my third glass of water.
It was back to DJ-music then. Tina Turner pulled us from the couch where we were resting for a bit, and I didn’t leave the dance floor until 1 AM. By then the party was almost deserted. We hugged and kissed goodbye, and walked back to the car. My hair was sticking to my face, back and feet were practically killing me and my cheeks a bright red. But my eyes sparkled. The cha-cha and rumba still sang in my blood.
Have a dancing weekend!
Leading rolls: Clémence Faivre and Gotan.
Clémence was born on 31 December 1981 in Argenteuil, France. She grew up in Gouvieux, north of Paris. Her father offered her her first horse Forrest at the age of twelve. Passionate about riding and the world of show business, and having acquired her high school diploma, she enrolls in 2000 in the prestigious Florent School of Dramatic Arts in Paris to become an actress. To learn English, she leaves In 2003 for a one year Australian adventure.
In 2004 she meets stuntman Mario Luraschi, and joins his team Les Cascadeurs de Paris. She learns trick riding and she plays stunt-double rolls for renowned actresses in a number of French films and in the British series Merlin.
Additionally, in 2005, she participates in the World Cup in Dubai and the phenomenal performance of Ben Hur at the French National Stadium in 2006. Clémence decides to leave for Spain in 2007 and settles in Seville. She spends every Wednesday at the Royal Andalusian School of Equestrian Art Foundation in Jerez, and perfects herself alongside the Athens Olympic Bronze Medalist, Rafael Soto. She participates in many shows with Alvaro Domecq, the founder of the school in Jerez.
Clémence is awarded with the leading role in the greatest European Medieval Horse Show, produced by Mario Luraschi and performed in Kaltenberg in Germany. On her return, she has a chance encounter with Gotan… and it is love at first sight! He turns out to be totally exceptional, and together they give their first individual performance of Haute Ecole in Freedom at Saintes-Maries de la Mer in 2010.
The young horsewoman is a formidable rising star in equestrian art and performances.
Clémence Faivre and the magnificent Gotan!