As the winter fights to stay around here in the Northeastern United States, and I’m missing the rest of my hair, I’m reminded of the time I spent in the heat of the Dominican Republic. My trip included 11 days of traveling the country, sharing my story of life and love in tap dancing to so many different people. From charter schools in Santo Domingo and late night television shows, jazz clubs and the bateyes, cultural theaters and beach resorts, to a painted riverside village and a mountain village that hadn’t had power until 1998. Over the course of the trip I was often the first tap dancer my audience had ever seen and we struggled through our language barriers. However, by the end of each session, a bond of simple humanness was evident. We exchanged stories, dances, and language, and I came away a different person.
Special thanks to the Civil Innovation Lab for the their Civil Dialogues, of which this trip was a part.