19th-21st March 2015
Organized by Guido Aschenbrenner
(Zouk Vienna
)
Some dreams are made slowly, woven through hours of watching, learning, admiring from afar. And then, one day, they come true. That’s exactly what happened when I traveled to Vienna for a Brazillian Zouk festival organized by my dear friend, Guido.
This wasn’t just any festival for me. It was the one I had been waiting for, maybe even manifesting without knowing it. The reason? Renata and Jorge, the very dancers who lit the spark of zouk in me years ago. I had seen them in hundreds of videos and photos, studied their every move, felt inspired just by watching them express the music with such fluidity, grace, and connection. I used to joke that I was their biggest fan… but honestly, I wasn’t really joking.
And now—there they were. In the same room. Teaching. Laughing. Moving exactly like I say in the many videos and it was all real. I was there, learning from them, watching them not through a screen, but right in front of me. It felt surreal...like the world folded in on itself and dropped me right into a dream.
I can’t fully describe what I felt... it was something beyond words. A mix of awe, joy, gratitude, and a strange kind of calm, like the universe was gently whispering, “You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.”
I barely blinked during their classes. I didn’t want to miss a single detail, the way they explained connection, how their bodies responded to rhythm, how much they loved this dance. And I soaked it all in with every cell in my body.
That weekend in Vienna wasn’t just another event. It was a turning point. A moment when the line between “fan” and “fellow dancer” blurred, and I realized just how far my passion had taken me. It made me even more determined to keep following this beautiful path, no matter where it leads.
This wasn’t just any festival for me. It was the one I had been waiting for, maybe even manifesting without knowing it. The reason? Renata and Jorge, the very dancers who lit the spark of zouk in me years ago. I had seen them in hundreds of videos and photos, studied their every move, felt inspired just by watching them express the music with such fluidity, grace, and connection. I used to joke that I was their biggest fan… but honestly, I wasn’t really joking.
And now—there they were. In the same room. Teaching. Laughing. Moving exactly like I say in the many videos and it was all real. I was there, learning from them, watching them not through a screen, but right in front of me. It felt surreal...like the world folded in on itself and dropped me right into a dream.
I can’t fully describe what I felt... it was something beyond words. A mix of awe, joy, gratitude, and a strange kind of calm, like the universe was gently whispering, “You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.”
I barely blinked during their classes. I didn’t want to miss a single detail, the way they explained connection, how their bodies responded to rhythm, how much they loved this dance. And I soaked it all in with every cell in my body.
That weekend in Vienna wasn’t just another event. It was a turning point. A moment when the line between “fan” and “fellow dancer” blurred, and I realized just how far my passion had taken me. It made me even more determined to keep following this beautiful path, no matter where it leads.
