Tour post two

Fredericton. There is almost nothing.

Last night after we got in me and the fellows went for a nice dinner at Fredericton’s nicest restaurant (boys could have warned the girl that we were going someplace that nice – better shoes would have been appropriate). Afterwards we went to the pool hall (where I was now very thankful I wasn’t in heels looking like a chick) where I was annihilated.

Pool is always like this for me: Make a few amazing shots at the beginning, impress the boys into thinking I’m not a total girl, fall apart entirely.

I really resent it when guys give me instructions on how to pay pool without my asking for it.

Today has been almost nothing. A glorious sleep in which I was no longer bunking with my seventy five year old boss (thank you god) and an early morning lane swim. Lunch in the hotel restaurant (obviously way too expensive) and now all the girls are off for a performance at the Theatre of their Bharatanatyam work.

Bharatanatyam is exquisite and beautiful – the way the girls move is so foreign to me, the priorities are so different than in Western Theatrical Dance – so little focus on leg, ankle, foot alignment, and extreme measures taken to the delicate positions of the fingers. It’s quite amazing, and completely captivating to watch. They light up when they dance, their eyes become huge and expressive and a shifting of gaze takes up a whole room.