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My friend Tom asked me by email about traditional dance in Spain and the history of the dance.
Hi Tom!
Here in Spain there are a lot of types of dancing, it depends on which part of Spain you are.
Madrid is famous for dressing up like a ''Chulapa'', in Andalucía, specially in Sevilla, the people dance ''Sevillanas'' and for this type of dance, women wear a wonderful suit and men wear a suit that is formed of black pants and a white shirt and the ''fajín'' that is red.
Finally, here in Aragón, exactly in Zaragoza, we have a different dress which we call ''Traje de Baturra'' and we dance ''Jotas'' that is a beautiful dance.
The oldest people are who enjoy more than the others, they live all of this like a tradition and love it.
I don't know anything about the history of dance, but I can say that dance is an art and all of the people should know something about it.If you need something more about Spain and their type of dances, just write me an e-mail!
Aurora.Nice text Aurora!
0 votedDecember 9, 20150- Some tips for your learning process Hello everyone, I'm a common guy who has been learning English for one year and three months and wants to share with you his experience. If you think you have to focus only on boring stuff, let me say to you that you're wrong. In the early stages of my learning process I was very sad, thinking that I would never be able to understand English. Meanwhile I listened to the radio, watched videos on youtube without trying to understand them. And after a while, roughly around 6 months, my ears got used to English and everything started to flow slowly but firmly. So I moved forward and embarked upon reading easy articles. As I was accustomed to English sounds, it wasn't difficult to read. I made note of new words and reviewed them from time to time. Probably in the third month, I began to speak with people, who I met right here! The structures, grammar points, word stuck on your mind with the time don't worry about that. Learning a language should never be a pain in the neck. Take your time and enjoy!December 5, 201593
- Thought-provoking... I've been learning English for one year now. What I do the most is listen a lot. For instance, I listen to the radio when I drive to the University. I have 30 minutes on the way there. I do grammar exercises every week but not every day. I chat with native speakers four times a week as well as take class with my teacher twice a week who is excellent by the way. From time to time I write some short texts, short stories. Also, I have a friend who lives on the front street and is American, so I usually go to his house and practice English. He is really kind and friendly. I enjoy every time I pay him a visit. My goal is to reach a fluent level in speaking and writing by the end of the year. So now, what would I do if I land in an English speaking country? First of all, I hope the land is inhabited. Afterwards if my engine broke down as little prince’s did, I would have more possibilities than him. He crashed in the Sahara Desert whilst I’d land in a town (at least I wish). Well, I’d have to dip my boots in the mud and speak my best English ever. I also wouldn’t want to dig a hole in my savings. I’d rather like to haggle the best price with the fitterman. So, I’d say to him – well my engine broke down, I need to fix it immediately sir, I have to keep going my voyage far and wide the country! Please I ask for mercy, I’m Argentinian, my currency is lack of power. I wouldn’t know whether he would has mercy or not, nonetheless, I’d already have “NO” (I mean the “no” of low price) and trying I’d lose nothing. If the repairman invited me to come in, I’d look at his desk and would describe some tools, such as wrenches, screw drivers, bolts, nails, and so on and so forth. Supposing I succeeded about the agreement and my savings wouldn’t have been violated, I’d come back to the road excited and looking forward to encountering thought-provoking talks.October 9, 201520
- Learning development Hello community. I've been learning english for one year now. Most things that I do, It's listening a lot. For instance, I listen to the radio when I drive to the University. I have 30 minutes on the way. I do grammar exercises every week but not every day. I chat with native speakers four times a week as well as take class with my teacher who is excellent by the way twice a week. From time to time I write some short texts, short stories. Also, I have a friend who lives on the front street and is American, so I usually go to his house and practice english. He is really kind and friendly. I enjoy each time I pay him a visit. My goal is to reach a fluent level in speaking and writing by the end of the year.October 4, 201530
Mi primer texto
Yo estaba leyendo un libro "Manual del superpoliglota" de Benny Lewis y este autor pidió que nosotros escribieramos un diario sobre nuestro aprendizaje. Yo hice tres clases de español hasta ahora y tengo dificuldad de escribir este texto. Pero me gusta mucho estudiar otro idioma. Vamos a ver si yo puedo escribir todos los días.
Muchas gracias, Daniel.0 votedSeptember 29, 20150- Football Game I was taking a profound nap in my den. I didn't set the alarm so it was a wild power nap. In spite of that I forgot to change my phone to silent. So my phone started ringing as if a Jehovah's Witness were ringing at the door intensely. I picked it up. It was a friend of mine telling me that the kick-off was at 8 p.m. I told him that I would go to the gam. The call ended. I jumped off my bed and tried to extinguish my sleep's face. It was roughly 6 p.m and I needed to do many things. I had to buy shorts, socks and contact lenses. I had to figure out where my football boots were. After making a few calls I realized that my "timbos" (argentinian slang for football boots) were at my place in Tanti. So I went to Tanti, picked it up and returned to Carlos Paz again. It was around 7 p.m. When I finished doing all my things I had a tea, a banana and took myself to Cordoba capital. I felt as if I were a swallow ready to fly from Europe to Africa but actually I was ready to run on the field only five minutes, the other fifty minutes of the match I would need an oxygen tube. I'm out of shape. The game had started roughly at 8.10 p.m. I, the anchor (the person who cannot move) was playing as a striker prepared to hit the net but not to sweat the shirt. One of my partners crossed the ball inside the area. I lifted up my leg making a right angle with my body. the goalkeeper did not see the ball and I hit the net. I couldn't believe. I made a goal. I fulfilled my dream. I was ready to go back home. I walked the field victoriously and I didn't run anymore. The match finished and our team won.September 27, 201500
