With a good tan, a day and night rythme that has been all but turned around (bedtime? Isn't that around 5 in the morning?), four new CD's, a couple of new friends and a bucket load of experiences. In other words, I'm back and I had an absolutely wonderful time.
I'm not going to give you a day to day description, because that would be undoable (not in the least because all the days kind of blend together in one big cloud of experiences) but to give you an impression...
~ I danced and danced and danced on a lot of new, different, interesting music with influences from Spain, South Africa, Wales, Argentina, Breton, Estonia, England and... Well, where ever else.
~ I learned that the Dutch just don't do Bretonish dances like the Bretons do, and got fairly addicted to it. I also can't feed that addiction because I'd have to immigrate to France to do it...
~ And while I can now actually order une grande boteil ou sil vour ple (a big bottle of water please), and am able to wrap my tongue around many of the wackier little places they have (unlike on the way there, which is NOT useful when trying to navigate ^^;; ) the sentences I've used most in the last few days are still 'Je ne compre pas' (I don't understand) and 'Je ne parle pas Francais' (I don't speak French).
~ I followed a couple of really cool workshops, among which 'sex ou mazurka' which were a great lot of fun. Also learned a Fandango (two hours of hopping, jumping and falling over your feet) and tried to wrap my tongue around unspeakable French in a workshop for singing in Bretonish dances.
~ I met a lot of fun Germans who talked German to me while I spoke English back, which worked great! Good to know I can still understand it even if I can't speak more than a couple of sentenses!
~ I learned to lead a basic tango... But not to follow.
~ I learned a card game where you make the rules while playing but never say what they are and is confusing as hell be oh so fun!
~ I was burned out of my tent at 10 in the morning and dragged my air mattress out to sleep in the shade
~ I danced until it was past 6 in the morning and walked back to my tent while the sun rose and the cocks where crowing their good mornings
~ I was named camp mommy for being the one always taking care of everyone and everything
~ I made sure to drink at least 3 litres of water a day and needed it!
~ I only showered warm (more or less) once, all the other times the showers were cold
~ I flirted and danced with this very cute German guy all festival. No contact info since the other side of Germany is way too far.
~ I made some unexpected friends with Dutch people I'd never really paid any mind before but who are unexpectedly awesome.
~ There were 16 tents for dancing and there was always music going on in at least one or two, more if there was an actual program.
~ I learned that I really like cashew and pistachio nuts but don't like couscous.
~ We did loads and loads and loads of dancing and it was wonderful.
<3
I'm not going to give you a day to day description, because that would be undoable (not in the least because all the days kind of blend together in one big cloud of experiences) but to give you an impression...
~ I danced and danced and danced on a lot of new, different, interesting music with influences from Spain, South Africa, Wales, Argentina, Breton, Estonia, England and... Well, where ever else.
~ I learned that the Dutch just don't do Bretonish dances like the Bretons do, and got fairly addicted to it. I also can't feed that addiction because I'd have to immigrate to France to do it...
~ And while I can now actually order une grande boteil ou sil vour ple (a big bottle of water please), and am able to wrap my tongue around many of the wackier little places they have (unlike on the way there, which is NOT useful when trying to navigate ^^;; ) the sentences I've used most in the last few days are still 'Je ne compre pas' (I don't understand) and 'Je ne parle pas Francais' (I don't speak French).
~ I followed a couple of really cool workshops, among which 'sex ou mazurka' which were a great lot of fun. Also learned a Fandango (two hours of hopping, jumping and falling over your feet) and tried to wrap my tongue around unspeakable French in a workshop for singing in Bretonish dances.
~ I met a lot of fun Germans who talked German to me while I spoke English back, which worked great! Good to know I can still understand it even if I can't speak more than a couple of sentenses!
~ I learned to lead a basic tango... But not to follow.
~ I learned a card game where you make the rules while playing but never say what they are and is confusing as hell be oh so fun!
~ I was burned out of my tent at 10 in the morning and dragged my air mattress out to sleep in the shade
~ I danced until it was past 6 in the morning and walked back to my tent while the sun rose and the cocks where crowing their good mornings
~ I was named camp mommy for being the one always taking care of everyone and everything
~ I made sure to drink at least 3 litres of water a day and needed it!
~ I only showered warm (more or less) once, all the other times the showers were cold
~ I flirted and danced with this very cute German guy all festival. No contact info since the other side of Germany is way too far.
~ I made some unexpected friends with Dutch people I'd never really paid any mind before but who are unexpectedly awesome.
~ There were 16 tents for dancing and there was always music going on in at least one or two, more if there was an actual program.
~ I learned that I really like cashew and pistachio nuts but don't like couscous.
~ We did loads and loads and loads of dancing and it was wonderful.
<3
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