Saturday, May 9, 2009

Talking talking

An end has come to the stay in the Netherlands.
Today is the departure for Barcelona in Spain.
To see friends and have meetings until Friday to return to Amsterdam.

Very intense days have been lived in the Netherlands.
Partly because of the Masterclass:
the meetings with 19 students and the confrontation with their personal issues.
But also because of the meeting of a person with who many hours of the last three days have been spent.

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But Friday we go dancing.






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2 comments:

Rajendar Menen said...

Talking tires me. Can't understand how some people can talk every moment of their lives. I know people like that. They talk in the day and then at night in their sleep. Even listening to them tires me. Some close dancing is better!!

Anonymous said...

I'm sure you will be dancing that much as well!