Tulip Time

Well, it's been a while. Between the long weekends, the random crap, exams, and too much homework, I haven't really had much time to write. Well, actually, I have that's a lie, I just haven't written in a while. Also, I've been playing LOTS of videogames, and that really sucks up a lot of my time.
My one "sport" started today, Dutch Dance. For those of you who aren't from Holland, Tulip Time is a time where we celebrate our Dutch Heritage  Dutch Dancing is a "traditional" dutch dance in traditional costumes. This Link shows one of three dances that we do. Yes, those costumes are hot. Yes, those are shoes made of wood. And yes, they do hurt to dance in. Tulip Time takes place in May, but we start practicing to perfect our work in January. We're pretty dedicated.
Throughout the few years that I've done Dutch Dance (this is my third) I've seen many things. There are lots of tourists who come to see us dance, and there are lots of dancers around. I've seen God in many ways, through my group and the people around us. You can even stop and see God through the beautiful tulips that He gives us.

Reveling in the power of a couple flowers~
Carly

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