I had my first flamenco class this morning.  It was perfect. I couldn’t understand the teacher’s words but I understood what she was trying to say most of the time.  I got to use my skirt so that made me happy.  Just before I left Victoria one of the advanced dancers at my school suggested that I not worry about getting the steps right, that it’s more important to get the feeling and the rhythm of it.  Good advise but so far I’m getting the steps, too.  It’s nice when that happens and I hope I learn the rhythm, too over the course of the next 6 days.