I found that some of life's greatest revelations can discovered on the open road with nothing more than an evening breeze, jazz on the radio, and a 5lb bag of gummi bears. I've also learned that I'll always have more questions than answers (and that's okay!). May this be a written and visual documentation of this crazy journey we call life.

9.24.2006

Translation Missteps

During a recent dance class, we were struggling with a new step until Jazz started calling out the weigh shifts. “Ball Change! Ball change!” she’d shout in time with the drums. Our Malian dance teacher picked up on this and started calling it out as well. All the Malians started laughing, which we assumed was because he couldn’t pronounce fast enough and would say it on the wrong beats. Later, we learned that his mispronunciation was commanding us “To fart! To fart!” in the local dialect.

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