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A performance in Karuizawa became a memory I will carry with me: Spanish music, castanets, a black shawl and a garden that seemed to breathe with the dance.

From morning stretches beside Batres to bulería in Akabane and Kitamura Nami's performance in Nishinipori: my Sunday, 12 October 2025, lived in compás.

A morning in Córdoba, a reflection on family and the discovery of Teo's roots at the Mosque-Cathedral.

In October 2025, Matsuzaki embraced me with flamenco, laughter, and a kindness I will never forget. A memory of a journey that became a feeling of belonging.

The flamenco shawl teaches a simple, profound lesson: more force cannot solve everything. Timing, listening and an open body let movement become expression.

A summer day at Aquasierra becomes a family treasure as Teo discovers unfamiliar ways of expressing affection and teaches me to look at Spain anew.

A conversation about the possible purchase of BG Flamenco Academy made me put into words why, after so many years, I still choose to teach and care for the trust we have built together.

A sevillanas class becomes a reflection on teaching and learning. As I try to explain flamenco, my students also teach me to see my own dancing differently.

A day with my son Teo in the Sierra de Montilla, where family, friends and winemaking traditions became memories he may understand more deeply years from now.