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Policoro in Swing 2017/08 Italy

Someone was mocked in the Shag class for complaining of being 'solo.' “Que vida triste! (what a sad life)“ said the teacher. We all laughed. It was funny because this 'solo' loneliness would only last a few minutes... until the next dance rotation. Also dancing solo is its own pleasure... but we know dancing can be more fun with a good partner, like life. Or worse with a bad one...

There were moments when I had the blues. It was difficult to recover from the long days and nights of dancing, when our bed was not 50m from the dance floor. But blues music kept me company.

"Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Every day I've got the blues"

"Ain't it lonesome ain't it blue when the one you love is not with you (is loving someone else) "

There was not enough social blues at Policoro, so Mike from Cork took over the sound system on the last night, when the lindy crowd was away dancing in town. I helped him out by DJing an hour of this graveyard shift. So let's just say the audience for my DJ set was very select, exclusive... blues aficionados only ;)

In Policoro, I met many great dancers from around Europe, especially Spain. One of them was Sam from Madrid, a teacher of Balboa who is touring Europe in a van. After Policoro,  he came to visit me in Montescaglioso. Sam says "Travelling alone is like a long meditation." Can I quote you Sam? I like this so much I've put it in the header of my blog. Safe travels, hombre!

The dancers Eleanora and MarieCruz were especially kind and helpful, picking me and my massive suitcase up from Salerno, and taking a detour on their way to Matera to get me to my next destination after Policoro. Much love!Xx

I wish I had got a photo with my lovely room mates, Susanna from Berlin and Anna from South Africa. Hoping to catch up with Susanna in Berlin pretty soon anyway. I'm sure there will be some nice photos from the event – please tag me if you see me. Meanwhile, I can share this video of me dancing with Ali.

Dee & Ali dancing lindy hop at Policoro Swing Camp, Italy from Deezy on Vimeo.

One of my favourite moments every day was the early evening dance with the sailor jazz cafe jam, Jesse on vocals. I’m just swinging out of the frame at the start of the next video.


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