My life with flamenco began when, as a child in Colombia, I would hear mythical tales about the gypsies, the gitanos, who for centuries had roamed the sun-drenched plains of southern Spain. Hearing of their chants and trancelike dances so inspired me that, over the years, and without ever seeing one flamenco performance, I created my own version of what these enchanting creatures looked like—how they would laugh, love, cry, sing, and dance—and how they embraced the endless arid landscape of Andalusia.
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