Southern Man wants to know and he wants to know right now! I don't blame him. We were at Cape Breton for 6 of 11 days on the road and any Contra dancer or Square dancer for that matter or anyone with an ear for the fiddle is going to want to hear about Cape Breton. Maybe. I guess. I would want to know. So I'll get to that when I catch up with myself; I didn't actually pull into my own driveway until after 7 last night.
I will say this though: There is dancing every night. EVERY night. You have to look in the small local paper to find it (or ask your friendly rental unit people) but there is a dance every night. Dancing starts at 10 and goes to 1 or later and some dances are adult dances but not many. I think adult dances mean there is some sort of liquor served. I don't know for sure because we didn't go to any of those. Dances are called Square dances. This confused me. Why would there be Square dances on Cape Breton? Why, for that matter, would there necessarily be Contra? Contra is in Halifax but this is not Halifax. Keep going. Anyway. Square dance. OK. No. Round dance and no caller so you'd better just work it out and it's the same three dances over and over again and it's driven by the music and it goes on all night long. It's really about the foot work. We didn't have any of that so we watched for awhile and I could come up with something manageable but NM got somebody to teach him a bit more. I'm good with what I've got. So it's step dancing with what we'd recognize as the same or similar basic figures used in Contra and Square dancing. Basic. Very basic. So that was good but really it was about the music. I'll get back to that.
I am tired still and so I have this. Some of you will get it right away and some of you will look at it and say, huh? OK, whatever. 49 year old woman sitting in wet sand in a bikini. Doesn't matter. For some reason I'm sad today. That doesn't matter either. I was sad when the pictures were taken. Also doesn't matter. Sand and water. That matters. Holy.
So that's all. For now.