Back in town

Just flew back in today. The last two and a half weeks have been just wonderful. I went home and saw all my loved ones. It was warm and clean, I was embraced and loved and at rest and at peace. I cooked and ate good food and got lots of sleep. Home is a good place. Thank you so much to everyone who made this holiday so special for me!

Some impressions of my holidays:

I spent 5 days in a place with a sweeping view over my town:

A few days later, I boarded the train to see my grandparents.

My grandmother made me homemade apple cakes:

We spent two days working on a 1000-piece puzzle:

Outside, it was snowing.

Now I'm back in Sevilla, where the sky is blue, the sun is shining and the temperature is 20 degrees Celsius in the afternoon. My apartment, however, is much colder than that! I haven't thought any flamenco thoughts for over two weeks. My brain and body are ready for another intense three months. The schedule is more crowded than ever (24 weekly hours of class). There is nothing left to do but launch myself into the next trimester and do nothing else but dance, eat and sleep. 

I'm ready for it.