I’m about to go away for a few days. In fact, I’m away a lot. Which I like. I love experiencing new or old places. Just something different, a place to find out about people, about life. To grow, to find something new within you. Being in Spain is part of how I got hooked on flamenco - presumably like lots of other people who love flamenco. But when it comes to travelling, there’s one enormous problem: you can’t take your guitar with you.
Ok, maybe you can if you’re going away for a while and you’re not travelling around too much. And you aren’t moving around too much. Or don’t care about carrying loads of shit around with you as you move from place to place. And you don’t mind the way the airlines give you more and more hassle. Or the looks from the security people it. And so on. So: no guitar.
And then what? What do you do for a week when the thing that defines your daily life as much as anything - namely playing/learning – is not available to you? Now I’m not complaining, the travel is the most important thing. But it’s only human to get those cravings, to have that itch, the need to pick up a guitar, to pick some arpeggios, to spin your wrist, to hold down a chord that conjures up thoughts of the rolling hills in southern Spain. Which is ironic, because that’s where I’m going for the next few days. Tapas, wine, roling hills, flamenco…but no guitar. Wish me luck
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