Why you can

The other day I went to my weekly private flamenco class with one of my favorite flamenco teachers, at the tiny little flamenco studio in his house. Per my usual routine, I walked in the unlocked door, yelled out “Hola!”, took off my street shoes and put on my beloved tattered red rehearsal shoes.

Next, I called out again to my teacher, who was still behind the doors of his office: “Do you want some water?”

He did, so I headed over to his charming little kitchen to get us each a gla...