Yum, the best pancake I've had for a long time; better than the ones I managed to make at home.

Yesterday Sachiko asked me if I could please sort out my stuff that she'd been keeping for me in her closet. I got a little anxious, because I don't know where I'm going to live nor what on earth to do with all that stuff. But it contained some Harina Integral de Trigo (whole wheat flour) and azucar moreno (brown sugar), so I made pancakes.

Last night we put on helmets and whipped along the river on Sachiko's scooter and went to T-Triana - one of the touristy flamenco tablaos, where you can see flamenco free. It is frequented by other flamenco student dancers, because their friends are dancing. This was the case last night. We met another very together Japanese professional friend of Sachiko's there. There are a lot of silly, showoffy flamenco dance students, but then there are some amazing people as well. She was one of the latter; someone who had left unsatisfying work to risk it all for flamenco, and was just getting by, teaching dance in Japan, coming here whenever she could to study more. Sachiko and this woman are both really inspiring. It is something like certainty in the face of total uncertainty; belief in being able to do it - whatever "it" is.

Sachiko and her friend got up and danced impromptu bulerias at the end. She invited me to come, but my eyes were only half open, so I really didn't feel like attempting it; besides, this is Spain and it was crowded. I could have done it, as it would not have been too extremely far over my head, but there is a next time.