Feeling Flamenco

I'll never forget the first time I saw Maria Benitez dance flamenco. It was at a popular Santa Fe hotel snuggled into the languid, rolling hills of the Southwest. I was beyond mesmerized. I'd never seen anything like it before. I was so enamored with what was happening, I actually abandoned my seat in the middle of the theatre and walked to the corner of the stage to get a better look. I was just sixteen at the time, so people were forgiving of my curious nature. Up close, I could...