Punto Tacon

Dear Father,

As you may recall I have been in Madrid for the better part of a month and a half. In this time I’ve learned a great deal about myself. One such thing that I have learned is that I am a miserable dancer.

This may come as a shock to you, as you no doubt recall the hundreds of dollars and thousands of hours spent on dances classes. Ballet chiefly, but also Salsa, Tango, Capoeira, Swing, Flamenco, Two Step, Samba, Jazz, and Western. Here in Madrid, there is one dace that reigns above all others as the dance of national import. Flamenco, which I spent the better part of summer learning from a master in Panama at a tender age.

Sadly it seems whatever skill I developed in the discipline has atrophied. I am completely without rhythm and grace. I dare not go out dancing, for sheer fear. It is in this, I think you can help. If I was some how able to take Flamenco lessons again, I would surely regain the skills I have lost, and perhaps even attain a level I had not previously mastered.

Now, I can pay for the lessons, as they are about the cost of my lunch. I’ll simply go without. What is art without sacrifice? But I’m afraid the traditional custom made boots are far beyond my means. With your tiny investment, I can become something more than I am. Something beautiful, with elegance and refinement.

Despite my lack of poise or balance, I remain your wobbly son,
~ash