Let me see that fancy footwork! Not to mention that seductive twisting of wrists and lovely fingertips, blossoming seductively upward like two flying doves as the dancer gathers the light of a glittering Spanish moon. She is confident. She turns and sways almost violently as the guitarist strums harder and harder. They clap their hands over and over again. They pause abruptly. Then, without missing a beat, she stomps the ground and collects the side of her vibrant red dress. The feverish pace builds harder and faster. All of them together. A tall, dark and handsome man joins her. They pound faster and faster, calling on the moon in unison-harder, quicker, stronger. Stop. Whew. A glass of Sangria, por favor !
Fri., Aug. 8, 8 p.m.; Sat., Aug. 9, 8 p.m.; Sun., Aug. 10, 6 p.m.; Tue., Aug. 12, 8 p.m.; Wed., Aug. 13, 8 p.m., 2008
