In which ShireDancer gets to dance...

Three times this week, actually, and despite sore feet and really sore calves, I am *so happy*!! And just what kind of dancing is this? Last weekend, it was the Greek Festival, twice: endless tsirtos and hasapikos and tsiftitellis, and a glass of retsina chugged between dances that made the hot sun and sweat just tolerable, and the dancing seem like floating. Then again mid-week: plain old folk-dancing under the stars for the first time in about two years, and thus pure joy.

( And just what *is* it with this moniker anyway? )