when the whistle blows: dance!

We were invited by our neighbors to attend a celebration of women. A group that learns and practices traditional dances performed, and then invited us to join. Niki and I could not quite manage to move our hips like they did, although our attempts seemed to provide many with laughter and delight. We had the basic rhythm and movement down, but once the lead lady blew her whistle they went into hyper-drive for a short period, stomping their feet in such a way that moved their hips and butt so fast and so dramatically that Niki and I did not stand a chance. With time perhaps we can learn...