Transcendental experiences
Last night I was whisked away to Spain. I was in a small theatre, listening to flamenco guitar. Just kidding, I wasn't actually in Spain, but at the Institut Cervantes in New York. I went to see Antonio Rey, renowned flamenco guitarist from Madrid, who was there as part of the Flamenco Festival of NYC. When Antonio would chat with us between songs, I would hang on every word. He explained why his latest album is called "Flamenco sin Fronteras" (Flamenco without Borders) - because flamenco doesn't just belong to Spain. It belongs to the world. When he played his guitar, I would marvel at the sound coming from such a beautiful and simple-looking instrument. He started with some solo tunes, and was then joined onstage by two other guitarists, and I felt that that was when his music truly came alive. When the flamenco dancer came out, I got goosebumps. While some of her movements were grandiose, like the pose she's in here, others were softer, more subtle, yet very