Collection abc – d is for Dance, Dreaming and Desserts

Today’s installment of abc’s is D. D is for dance, dreaming and desserts.

dance, dreaming, dessertsis for Dance

Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
~Martha Graham

Dance has always been a part of my life. I guess you just instinctively do what your soul says. I can remember dancing the jitterbug with my dad in the kitchen many years ago. Smiles all around.

Ben has relatives who ballroom danced for years. They even founded a dance club. Years after they were no longer flitting and gliding across the parquets they still had contact with many members. I suppose that their souls were talking to each other also.

After I moved to Switzerland, Ben and I took a rock and roll dance course together. That was hard work for sure. For Ben, because his soul has never really spoken dance. Difficult for me because I didn’t know German well enough to know what the instructor was saying. But we tried along with a group of about 14 other people.

danceYears later, while at work, a group of us were discussing taking a class together. We were debating if we wanted to take a karate-defense class or a tap dance class. I had never tap danced before and really only knew what I had seen in the movies. For me the choice was clear. It was perfect. I could dance alone, with another person or a group. In no time at all I was hooked. I learned the language of tap and started speaking it fluently.

Switzerland has turned out many World Class tap dancers and I feel proud and privileged to know them. As much as I would like to have been, I am not a world class dancer, I started way too late for that. Still, I love to tap dance and it is truly dancing with the souls of your feet.

dance, dreaming, dessertsis for Dreaming

You can choose daily to brace up and face the harsh realities of life …
Or while away the days that come by daydreaming …
Better still, you can make your dreams your realities.
~Ufuoma Apoki

Quite honestly, I don’t think dreaming is a Swiss quality, I think it’s a person quality. And a good quality at that. I know many Swiss who have had dreams which they turned into reality.

Who cares if it might not work out the way you thought or hoped it would? How would you know if you didn’t at least try? What I do believe is a Swiss quality, though, is there is usually a good amount of serious preparation into making the dream work out for the best.

We have friends who dreamt of living in the Dominican Republic, where they often vacationed. So that was what they did. They learnt Spanish and a new vocation. When they were 40 and 49 years old they quit their good paying jobs. They made the jump and made their dream reality.

dance, dreaming, dessertsis for Desserts

A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.
~Author Unknown

Okay, I don’t really believe that, but the saying made me smile when I saw it. I also have a long standing sweet tooth. And, if you have read my other posts you will know that I have a weakness for chocolate. I certainly don’t eat it as much as I used to but sometimes, just as a special treat.

One of my fondest memories of dessert was when Ben and I were vacationing in France, Avignon to be exact. The French love to eat late so the restaurants open around 7pm and really get busy around 9.

We had been sight-seeing the whole day and were hungry. We saw a restaurant right near the Palais des Papes and were there at 7, famished. Of course, we were the only ones in the place for the majority of our meal (which was fantastic). When we got the dessert menu I saw “mousse au chocolat”, naturally that was what I had to have.

I couldn’t believe how they served it. They brought a huge bowl full of mousse that was offered family style. Meaning, they put the serving bowl on the table. You also got a small personal bowl to put however much mousse au chocolat you wanted into it. Let me make a theatrical pause here so that last sentence can sink in. However. Much. You. Wanted. Remember, we were the first to see that bowl because we were so early, it was full. That went down in my history book as the best dessert ever! It’s also quite possible that the cook had to prepare more mousse for the rest of the evening.

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