For those of you who used to read me (and I can't help feeling pretentious with this sentence) I am very sorry, life got extremely busy and I suppose exciting for a while and my priorities had to shift a bit- which made me neglect my blog somewhat to the point of it disappearing.
But I am back now, and hopefully for long.
After the Christmas holidays I was offered a job with Dance Europe, or its Spanish equivalent, Danza Europa, as a translator, which was very exciting and scary- I've always read the magazine and never imagined my name would appear on it in any way or form. The job has gone well, and I'm editing now. It's great to be able to work in something like that to support myself through my training, as it is a lot easier on my legs than a bar or kitchen job, which is where my poverty was heading me towards.
I was also somewhat stressed with the other degree (in English, through the Open University) I was studying for (which, as I write, is finally completed!). I don't know why, when choosing my modules, I thought the 19th Century Novel would be the easiest option considering I was also doing full-time dance training. It wasn't. It was hell within the covers of a book by George Elliot. But, as I said, that is over, and quite a few of my creative assessments for NSCD came out of my literature course, so all wasn't that bad.
And then of course, there was NSCD and all that it entails, which for some reason, although the programme itself has less subjects than the one in Madrid, and by far a lot less assessments, it is ten times more exhausting. I blame that on the English weather, dark winters and lack of motivating sunlight.
I am now on holiday back home in Gran Canaria, where I have been lazing away on a hammock for three whole weeks, although in about ten days I will be going to Valencia, where I've been given a scholarship by European Dance Arts Salzburg to participate in their intensive ballet workshop. The thought of it, instead of pushing me to keep fit, makes me want to lay on the sand even more, which is slightly worrying. I could also blame it on the Canarian weather. Who can keep fit under a minimum of 36 degrees?
