Well the conference was great.
Vallehermoso means “Beautiful valley” and it is. You know those ceramic Christmas villages you can buy, where the cottage windows light up? That’s what Vallehermoso reminds me of.
We discussed all sorts of things: how to promote storytelling as an art form, especially in the Canary Islands, how to improve our art, how we could open up more places to perform.
We also had a great deal of fun and delightful silliness, taking loads of selfies.
I had two minor blips. The first one came shortly before the marathon storytelling session for adults, when one of the organisers said, “I’ve been asked to mention – small town, no rude words please.”
I said, “Ah. That means I can’t tell the story I had planned.”
“Wait. What words does your story include?”
So I told her, and finished with “And especially the plot. No problem, I’ll repeat the one I did last year.”
So I did, and it went rather well.
I told the X-rated story to other other narrators late on Saturday night, after a few drinks and it went down very well. They also agreed that I was wise to have swapped stories.
I discovered the other blip when I came home and found the key to the hotel in my luggage. I’ve posted it back, of course.
