art camp by the mediterranean sea (part 1)

9:23 PM

While some mag+smates were visiting the sick or hacking away at thorny vines to get to holy places, our group along the med were trying our hands at art. Sr. Belen and company invited a couple of people who served as facilitators of our daily workshops.

His name was Fito. He was tall, bald, and had an elongated face that could easily be scribbled into a cartoon. And he usually spends his days in hospitals trying his damnest to make sick kids laugh. And the first thing this professional clown asked us to do was to form a huge circle.

We were about to play something that could be described as “pass the action.” The game goes like this: The “It” must turn to the person next to him and do a gesture to her. Now the one who receives the action could pass it back again to the giver or to the person on her other side. But she needs to decide quickly!
Expectedly, everyone tried very hard to stay alert. Some succeeded in relaying the action perfectly, yet others, unfortunately, still fumbled. But the entire group reacted to each mistake with laughter and eagerness to carry on.

For the next activity, Fito asked us to blow up balloons of various colors and sizes. He then took out and unfurled a significant cut of blue tulle that some of us were told to hold on to. The rest had to scour or run after the ballons and place all of them on top of the net-like fabric.

When every balloon was caught, each of us took our place around the fabric and held on to it. Very slowly, we raised and tugged down our own edges thus making a wave-like motion. In effect, some balloons were suspended in the air while some were slowly falling. Fito then asked everyone to take turns in lying down underneath the tulle and looking up at the balloons.

fly high, our little balloons!
grabbed from ikay garchitorena's fb page

quite an unsual sight they must had.
grabbed from ikay garchitorena's fb page

You can get hold of Fito, the comic and professional clown, by visiting this site:
He lives in Murcia, Spain.

She had the stride of Maribeth Bichara and the vibrancy of Patricia Fields when she entered the session hall. The woman had pulled back her curly hair with an orange huge headband, wore tight top and loose pants, and featured toned arms that could only mean frequent trips to the gym. Sr. Belen introduced her as the dancer who would try to teach this group to be light on their feet.

It was a traditional Lebanese dance she chose. She divided our group between the girls and the boys, whom she taught the corresponding steps. There were shuffling of feet, bends, and a lot of counting involved, as expected in any dance routine. The girls, who formed a bigger circle, danced against the boys to the tune akin to the one shown by Sheldon in episode 02, Season 04 of the he Big Bang Theory. (It was the dance he showed Leonard on the way to work.)

children, get ready to dance!  
our manly men trying to learn how to dance.

And the graceful women , too!
grabbed from ikay garchitorena's fb page

girls and boys trying to do it properly.

 our very own cheerleader Kasty with our dance instructor
She then taught us an interpretative routine of the song, “Mensahe del agua” [ message from the water. ] She gestured for us to sit on the floor as a block, taught us the arm movements, and then asked us to sing the song as a round. It seemed that she was quite happy with both of our performances as she ended the session with applause and a big smile on her face.

It was the sum of all his features – the black wavy hair, dark eyes, straight nose, and nice smile that made him gorgeous in my eyes. (The Spanish ladies begged to disagree. He was rather ordinary, they said.) With a flute in his hands, he stood next to Elena, who was on the keyboard. We were about to work on our composing skills, she said.

The duo played a tune which we had to write accompanying lyrics for. But apparently, we couldn’t sing about just anything. They specifically asked us to compose lyrics that describe how we feel about our torre dela horadada experience so far.

front and center with Elena.

Standoff between the two flutist in our midst. :-)

one group proudly sings to the crowd.

We broke into small groups for the task at hand. I had the privilege to work with Alberto, Natalia, and another Concepcion. And this is what I could say about it: if you’re trying to compose in English with everyone having English as a second language, it could get a bit tricky. So we stuck to the most basic of sentences and were able to write two decent stanzas. Woot! Not that it’s going to win any awards soon, but I believe it was a feat, nonetheless!

i just had to have a photo with the guy.
I later on found out that our gorgeous facilitator wasn’t a music instructor but was, in fact, a history teacher! But then again, so what?! He was good-looking! (Yes, I could be superficial in the face of a handsome man.)

* Come back on friday for the second half of this post.

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