+ Follow SPANISH MONTH AND SPAIN Tag
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[Title] => No sleeping at Sueños
[Summary] => The first time I saw flamenco was many years ago in Sevilla. A group of us were traveling around Spain on one of those a-city-a-day package tours. About a week into the tour we hit Sevilla, and after dinner we were brought to a club for an "authentic" flamenco performance. Eager as we were, we took front row seats, the better to appreciate every stomp of feet and click of castanets and swirl of ruffled skirts, not to mention the dashing guitarists in their tight costumes.
[DatePublished] => 2005-10-16 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 135045
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1632939
[AuthorName] => NOTES FROM THE EDITOR By Singkit
[SectionName] => Starweek Magazine
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SPANISH MONTH AND SPAIN
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[Title] => No sleeping at Sueños
[Summary] => The first time I saw flamenco was many years ago in Sevilla. A group of us were traveling around Spain on one of those a-city-a-day package tours. About a week into the tour we hit Sevilla, and after dinner we were brought to a club for an "authentic" flamenco performance. Eager as we were, we took front row seats, the better to appreciate every stomp of feet and click of castanets and swirl of ruffled skirts, not to mention the dashing guitarists in their tight costumes.
[DatePublished] => 2005-10-16 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 135045
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1632939
[AuthorName] => NOTES FROM THE EDITOR By Singkit
[SectionName] => Starweek Magazine
[SectionUrl] => starweek-magazine
[URL] =>
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