Dancing for The Story Ape.
She Only Wants to Dance
It began seventeen years ago. I didn’t even know it was a thing when I started, even though I’d moved to Israel over twenty years before that. True, I’d seen people doing folk dancing occasionally – on summer evenings by the beach or in the streets on the eve of Independence Day. I had no idea how these people knew these dances and thought they probably learned them at school.
My daughter, the youngest of three, was almost six, and I was ready to finally venture out without kids and without having to wait for hubby to get home. An advertisement beckoned from a place near enough to walk to, a friend’s daughter was willing to babysit weekly and I went off to discover the world of Israeli folk dancing.
Boaz Cohen was my first dance instructor and he remains the one I like best…
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