To my immense delight I ran into many Bulgarian friends and there were many young families with children and no restriction on kids playing, so Ava got to run and dance inspired by the singing and dancing she was captivated by on stage. She really enjoyed her first live classical piece, a wonderful viola, cello and violin trio that she watched from beginning to end. That gets me thinking...
I also heard some pop songs from the 90s that reminded me of songs and so I have been singing all week reminiscing about my country, immigrant memories and things that past some years ago, years beyond which there is no returning ("Бягство" от Авеню).
I had forgotten how much I love live performance and how stimulating I find it. I promised myself to go to as many concerts as I can in the months to come. Realistically, it's probably not gonna happen, but it's worth to aim that way with warm weather coming and with so much offered in this city.
A giant horo snaked at the end of the concert powered by the awesome brass band Slavic Soul Party (saw them in concert many times, nice nice nice) through impossibly narrow spaces and men, women and children forgot for a moment that they were in the middle of a foreign metropolis. No longer busy New Yorkers with busy lives, all were just Bulgarians in the village square, doing what they always do, dance horo hand in hand to seal joy and togetherness. There is so much wonder in seeing that, and Ava was hands down, amazed. Girls just a few years older than her were doing the steps perfectly and with a ton of sparkle and I wished in my heart that she will know those steps and more herself one day and feel all the joy that comes with dancing.
From your own mama that is a dancer, know Ava, movement is wonder, dancing is hard, and every single second of it is so worth it.
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