The view that I woke up to this morning:
It's amazing what a slight change in weather can do to transform the scenery. Due to the phenomenal weather this morning, some of us went outside to walk around:
After our stroll outside, we headed back inside and regrouped with the others. The focus for this morning's practice was parade marching, with the main goal of having the band make it around corners without losing form.
At some point during the marching and rhythm routines, my turn to perform with the other alumni in front of the club had arrived. There were only two alumni cuica players in attendance, Sakiko and I, but we produced more than enough sound to maintain a balance with the other instrument sections. For the past two years, I've attempted to explain to both family and friends what kind of instrument a cuica actually is, and what kind of music my club performed. The following video will hopefully answer some of those questions:
After practice, I headed down to the dining hall to eat my final meal. While the training camp was in its entirety five days long, many of the alumni, myself included, decided to stay for only the weekend due to work (or in my case, travel). After finishing up a bit of packing, I went to the lobby to wait for the bus back to the station. There I found many of my fellow club mates passed out on the couches, trying to catch up on sleep.
I stood at the bus stop, watching some of the dancers move gracefully with Mount Fuji in the background. I'm glad I was able to see my club mates again and reacquaint myself with samba rhythms, if only for two days.
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