Stepping back into form

So I kind of went home for a month. It was a covert operation during which I had hoped to spend the majority of my time with family, so I tried not to make it very public, hence the month-long blog blackout (which ended up stretching to two months…oops).


The plan was to return to Jordan and restart with the blog by writing about my experiences watching people dance salsa. I was doing a story for the Jordan Times about salsa dancing in Amman and was hoping to write about that, but just ended up putting it off until after the story was pubished, then I got sent to Tunisia (more on that later). But now I’m back! Here’s the link to the story:


http://jordantimes.com/?news=7384


I have to say, when I first started reporting on this story and saw that guy Mohammad taking over the dancefloor, I was pretty blown away. I couldn’t take notes immediately, because I got yelled at at the door of the bar for being a reporter, so I tried to remember every detail and as soon as I left, I started putting everything on paper and it ended up getting pretty descriptive.


There was a sparkling ceiling and dancefloor that was regularly blasted by those multicolored DJ laser-light thingies. The girls were swirling, gasping, turning, but always in sync with the guys, who really knew how to lead. Especially Mohammad. The way he danced with his partner, it was so fluid, but so chaotic. So unpredictable, but so artistic. And somehow both of them were on the same page. They each knew exactly what to do, even though even Mohammad didn’t really know what he was going to do next. It was all coming from their connection. They would separate and dance on their own, hair swirling and sweaty skin glimmering under the flashing lights. Then they’d come right back together, stepping quickly. They would almost clash, but then they wouldn’t. The breathing, the contact, and the mental connection, it was all something else. Anyway, I think it's safe to say that I was blown away.