April 13, 2009
It began with Adam
I recently traveled with the YPAS (Youth Performing Arts School) choir through Spain and Portugal singing in beautiful cathedrals.
It was a perfect trip, but what will stick out most to me about the trip is the last night in the Plaza del Sol of Madrid.
About 60 Spanish high school students, who had huddled in the middle of the square, began cheering and chanting unfamiliar words with scattering shouts of "Olé!" They were jumping up and down and singing a song for all of Madrid to hear. Suddenly, my friend Adam, who is known for his long hair and penchant for oddities, looked at me, smiled and ran into the group and started jumping too. He was accepted with open arms. Adam and the Spanish students laughed, danced and chanted the song. Grinning, Adam came back and stood beside me. Soon, the Spanish students formed a cha-cha line and clapped and chanted yet another song. Adam looked at me and once again he took off running toward them. Only this time, I joined him. We were captured by the students' smiles, singing and dancing and that no consideration was given to the fact that we were Americans or that they were Spanish. It simply didn't matter.
Our choir had been told to meet in the square at 10:45, and that time had come. As our group was assembling, Adam started salsa dancing with one of our choir girls. Seeing this, the Spanish students couldn't resist; they all ran over to join the fun. The groups began to mix, conversing in Spanish and English, dancing wildly and laughing continuously. We sang for them. They sang for us. One Spanish boy even received a kiss from an American girl.
I don't think most members of either group knew why we all came together that night. Most, I suspect, simply were drawn by the pull of the crowd. But when I looked over at Adam, I knew that it all started because one person didn't care if he was the only one jumping up and down. Adam just wanted to dance.


