One thing that I love about West Africa are the children. You go for a walk and there are a dozen hands to hold, smiling faces talking to you and trying to teach you words in their language. In Guinea, everyday during dance class, smiling giggling children would be watching us over the wall. One girl inparticular would always get my attention and summon me over to reach up and give her a high five. She would always be waving to me and giving me a thumbs up to let me know I was doing a good job. One day she motioned for me to come over and actually threw me money. I was shocked, I tried to give it back to her but she wouldn’t let me. Then the first time that I saw her outside on the street, she ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug. I don’t know why she took such a liking to me but it was such a blessing. One of those sweet gifts in life that are priceless.
Guinea has a rich culture of dance and drumming, which is why there are so many people who love to travel there and learn in such an authentic environment. One of my favorite aspects of this culture of dance are the dundunba’s. A dundunba is a celebration put on for various occasions, like a wedding for example. Two rhythms are played; dundunba and soko. Everyone gets in a big circle and as the drummers play, dancers come in one by one and dance to the rhythms. This is also how a lot of the dance artists make some of their money. As they dance and amaze the audience, people come up and give them money.
I don’t know if there is something extra magical in the air in Guinea, or if the people are extra intriguingly beautiful to capture on camera, but I couldn’t put my camera away. Every time that I did, out it would come again in a mad dash to catch another lovely shot. Here are just a few of these beautiful faces; friends we were lucky to make. All four of them were the sweet quiet type. You can see the kindness in there eyes.
When you have something on your mind so constantly that you find yourself wandering around a tiny grocery store aimlessly, finally making it to the cheese section, then staring at one block of cheese for who knows how long, then it’s post worthy.
I have been trying to decide whether I want to go back to Guinea West Africa in January for a dance trip, or go somewhere in Latin American. Latin America would be so much more practical because I could practice my Spanish, and I would love to go somewhere that is rich in a weaving heritage like Peru, and learn a thing or two; but honestly, the idea of going back to Guinea and dancing for a month strait truly makes me giddy. The reason why I am tossing and turning over the decision right now is because if I register for the Guinea trip today I get a discount, so today is the day to make up my mind.
What do you think?
Wherever I end up going, that means pictures pictures pictures for you!