Why I travel (Part 7)

Travel has confirmed that music and dance bring universal joy. At a concert in Fez, Morocco I watched women dressed head to toe in jellabas, stand on chairs dancing and cheering to the music of the gospel group, Five Blind Boys from Alabama.

In Greece I’ve watched village elders begin a slow circle dance. As the music became faster and louder, the beat became irresistible to everyone in the area. Soon hundreds of people of every age were joined arm in arm twirling through the night.

I’ve sat in an Irish pub with just-made friends, singing along to fiddle music.

In Moscow’s Gorky Park I was invited to dance by a very dapper gentleman, who twirled me with vigor (then caught me as I got dizzy).

Cuba’s music is infectious and everywhere.