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Dancing on Mirador Morro De Toix, Altea, Calpe (modern dance performance).

Dancing on Mirador Morro De Toix, Altea, Calpe (modern dance performance).

It was improvised.

A year after Dad and I filmed my dance on Skopelos, I had the idea that the following summer (since that one was already coming to an end) we’d go to Spain and film the dance again.

But somehow we forgot about it, and when we got to Spain, I realized I didn’t have a costume!

I thought we’d left the camera at home too, but luckily Dad always brings all sorts of cameras with him. And he had a computer too!

But then there was the question of what to wear. I couldn’t perform in shorts and a top with a beach ball!

But…

(dramatic pause)

I’d also completely forgotten that Mom had packed me a black leotard and leggings, because I was supposed to take dance classes in Spain that summer (there’s a post about it). So the costume problem was solved.

Dad found a wonderful mountain called Mirador Morro De Toix, and that’s where I was going to dance.

I was terribly worried there wouldn’t be any grass—or even asphalt—at the top of the mountain.

So we set off in our rental car. Just imagine: the road was just as rocky, winding, and narrow as the one in Greece! And we couldn’t drive up to Mirador. So we stopped halfway up the mountain at something like a parking lot and continued on foot.

I was unbearably hot in those long black pants!

And the road was so steep! By the time we reached the top, I was sweatier than after a certain competition where I’d danced a solo, modern improvisation, jazz, and three group routines.

But there was asphalt. More precisely, a patch of poured white stone.

Beyond that patch was a rocky path, and right where my little patch of asphalt met the start of the path, some goat droppings lay there peacefully.

But what a view! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!

The asphalt dug into my feet as I danced, I had to watch out for the goat droppings, and I bruised my heel.

But it was worth it.

Despite that nightmarish climb up and back down, with my leotard sticking to me and the sun blazing down.