Back in States now, getting ready to go back to "real life" after my adventures at the Herrang Dance Camp. It’s hard to sum up the experience of being crammed together with 800 crazy lindy hoppers for nine days in a tiny town in Sweden.
On my last morning in Herrang, I strolled through the main school area. Dancers from a dozen countries said "good morning" to me. You could hear the clickety-clack of a tap class getting started in one of the outdoor classrooms. Dishevelled campers in the tent area were chatting and stretching out. A small group was practicing aerials on the lawn. The smell of strong coffee and banana bread summoned sleepy swingers to the Ice Cream Parlor.
Just the start of a normal, magical day at Camp Herrang.