Wow. I have to say, this has been quite an experience. I cried. I shivered. I sweated a ludicrous amount in 26° weather.
Where I go from here
As every year, one outcome of visiting Herräng is that I am signed up for quite a lot of upcoming festivals now, and my motivation to practice Solo Jazz & Balboa has skyrocketed. I have finally gotten the push to properly set up an Instagram account and it has already lead to me discovering and signing up for yet another festival: The Old School in Madrid. I have learned some small tricks such as the appeal of colored fairy lights, that travel steamers are a really cool thing for neat clothing on the road, and so on.
BIPOC Black Lindy Hoppers Fund QUEER stealing zone sign, include the quote from Miriam in the WhatsApp group
TODO: Set-up for the ending earlier; my dancing shoes being completely destroyed. It’s Wednesday now, just a few days after Herräng. I open a package that arrived earlier today and try on my “new” dancing shoes. My old trusty sneakers have not been in production for qsuite some time, but I managed to track down an identical pair that was as good as new on eBay. I walk a few steps in them, tighten the laces a bit. I have a good feeling about what comes next.