…I come to the first modern rehearsal an hour too early:
I entered it into my calendar correctly, but somehow decided that it was at six anyway. Annoyingly, I have just returned from a short trip to visit my family in the old country and have (of course) brought back a ton of books and other stuff which is currently strewn around the house in disarray and the hour would’ve been well-spent putting it all away. Oh well, a blog post was on my to-do-list, too.
I didn’t have much time for walking around what with family and friends to see. I did get to take a picture of the school where I first learned to dance.
The children’s art school no. 3 in Kiev is situated right across the road from my grandparents’ block and serves to teach kids various forms of art, such as painting, music and dance. It is not an art school where you study art as a profession, but rather a place for kids to learn something artistic after school.
When I still went there, the building was clad in ugly brown tile – it looks much prettier now. I used to spend my afternoons at my grandparents’ house, so it was a short walk to dance class. One other kid from my class used to live in the same block of flats – our only boy, who danced Ken in our Barbie Girl dance routine.
Should I visit again, I think I’ll try to find my teacher. She wasn’t too old, so it may be as simple as walking through the doors and asking after her, since I still remember her name.
And now, let’s see what the first proper modern rehearsal has in store for me.