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Flamenco: A Death Dance

Surely the floor will cave in soon; the strings must break; his voice will crack. Passion this hot cannot continue unconditionally. Bang, bang, bang; stomps like shots. The sound bruises you the color of her soul. Her dress is a copter, and the wind blows my hair back. Hips swing, a curving sensuality. Hands flow like water; feel the intangible. She mugs at us, the soul literalized. Death approaches with every step, and with every step, the pace quickens in desperation, a battering staccato. She must die; to be so alive would burst the heart.

Sophomore Drew Steiner (men’s volleyball), inspired by last night’s Flamenco show in Seville.
Entering the Alcazar (in Seville) gave a slight feeling of being ‘out of place,’ so to speak - the design of the palace originated from a place foreign to that of the current Spain. The difference in cultural building engineering gave way to a feeling of uniqueness. I suppose this subconsciously added to the magnificence of the palace itself. At first, I had thought to myself that this was going to simply be another tour of another place of some historical importance to Spain. However, being home to a variety of Renaissance paintings to the Baroque style from the mid-eighteenth century, the Alcazar took my breath away. The deep intricacies in every wall design and the beautiful layout of the garden and ponds left a running impression of the greatest possible appreciation for art I have ever experienced. To me, the Alcazar is the perfect representation of art - a perpetual adaptation and accommodation of differing styles over the centuries blended together into one flawless design.
Freshman Derrick Chiu, men’s volleyball
​While in Valencia we had the opportunity to work with under-privileged kids through the YMCA. More important than teaching them volleyball was the interaction and experiences we shared. Communicating through broken Spanish and gestures, we were brought together in sport. Regardless of place of birth, age, or economic status we found common ground in playing and physical exertion. Whether it was the look of pure joy on 3 year old Begonia’s face when she underhanded the ball over the 6-foot net from a foot away or the laughter of our oldest team members as a boy ran through the gym yelling “Saucy,” we were connected in joy.
Freshman Jake Getz reflecting on his time volunteering with the Valencia YMCA
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