Istanbul, AGAIN

It was almost exactly two years ago that I left Turkey for the United States, never to move back again. Friends would ask me when I was planning to return to Turkey. “Next year, inshallah,” I’d say each time. “But not to live—only to visit.” 

A few colleagues had asked me this question, too—an event organizer here, an artists’ manager there—to them, I’d say I had no intention of returning to Turkey for work, unless it was for a really good job. 

But there were no really good dance jobs in Turkey. Business at the venue in Alanya where I’d loved performing had dwindled, and the second summer after I’d worked there, it closed permanently. I’d outgrown working the summer hotel circuit in the coastal areas. While it was fun for a few months, it became intolerable as the season wore on. Besides, with the current exchange rate being so unfavorable for the Turkish lira against the US dollar, I couldn’t see any job being worth the move to Turkey, and the stress and frustration that would indubitably accompany it. 

Then, I got a call from an old Istanbul coworker. He was working as a manager at a new venue, and he asked if I’d be interested in joining him there. My first answer was no, for all the reasons mentioned above. However when he mentioned the salary, the conditions, the fact that the airline ticket would be provided by the employer, I figured I didn’t have anything to lose. Because I’ve been down this road before, I made sure to get a round-trip flight. If things weren’t as delightful as I’d been told, I’d be back in the States on the first thing smoking. 

When I got to my new place of employment, I learned that my former coworker, the manager, had exaggerated my salary, so on my second night, I got a 25% pay decrease. He’d also retracted what he’d said about housing being provided by the employer. The manager, who’d brought me into the place, was soon fired for lying. Not to me, just in general. 

The stretching of the truth didn’t matter much, though. The boss is fair and generous, my coworkers and work environment are pleasant, and the money is rather enough. I perform every evening in a Turkish-owned Arabic restaurant/nightclub. The customers are mostly Iraqi, but also Syrian, Saudi, Moroccan, and Egyptian, and my tips often exceed my nightly pay. 

I’ve been performing at Şehzade for 17 consecutive days, and as with any job, it comes with its highs and lows, but for the most part, I’m quite pleased with the job.  

Backstage at Şehzade

Yoga, Drinks, and Bellydance

Saturday, I had a bellydance gig in a beautiful home in Manassas. It was a huge, multigenerational, perfectly decorated, around-the-world-themed bridal shower for a cute lesbian couple. I performed downstairs, in Morocco, but I also enjoyed a cheeky taste  of the sangria just outside of Paris, where I waited in hiding for my cue to enter.  

Performing at the party was a joy. Perfect audience and environment and the client left me a juicy tip in the envelope with the balance. So classy!  

Following that, I met a friend at an anniversary party at Malmaison in Georgetown by the water for Grip the Mat. I’d never heard of the organization, but I figured I’d enjoy a party with a supposedly good DJ (he was good) and complimentary Sweet Green. Coming from my gig, I beat my friend there by about 1/2 an hour, so while I waited, I ate my tiny cup of free Spicy Sabzi salad looked up Grip the Mat online. 

Apparently, it’s a company in NY, DC, and Orlando that hosts yoga + social events. They combine yoga class with music, with brunch, with a yacht ride, with an open bar! While I love yoga, and appreciate an open bar, I’m not sure the two go together. I would have to try it to find out. 

Detox with yoga and “re-tox” with a few cocktails? Share a toast with new friends in celebration of having completed the day’s yoga practice? What do you think? Is Grip the Mat on to something here? Would you pay $50 to experience one of their events and decide for yourself? How about $250? Have you ever attended a GTM event?

The Grip the Mat anniversary party was cute. There wasn’t any yoga, just a laid back, happy hour-like vibe, with people dancing, drinking, chatting. I personally lost count of how many of those little Spicy Sabzi salad cups (kale, quinoa, carrots, roasted tofu…) I ate. After the first three, I had to start sending people up to the sample table because I was ashamed to have eaten so many. 

 My friend Crystal is in the black dress with the lace detail. The other two girls are her stylish friends: Amie, in the floral brocade, and Dominique, in the gold sequins. And me? I just have on the knit romper that I threw into my gig bag before my show. I may have been underdressed, but my shoes were to die for. 

Que coincidência!

Sometime last month, I received a call to perform at an event in Silver Spring. When I met with the organizer beforehand to discuss details, we hit it off and chatted for a bit about this and that. She was throwing a party in celebration of her mother’s birthday. 

After filling her last name in the contract, I had a hunch, so I asked my client to tell me her mother’s first name. Alison!

Her mother had been my Portuguese professor at Howard University several years ago! At the party, the guest of honor, my former teacher, was doubly surprised. She hadn’t even known a belly dancer was coming at all!

What a lovely coincidence. 

New Chapter!

Much has happened, but I’ll keep it succinct.

On December 23, I flew to the States from Istanbul for five week holiday.  I enjoyed so much spending time with my family and friends, performing, attending classes, giving a workshop, and indulging in store-bought vegan baked goods.  I began to wonder if five weeks in the US would be enough.

During the time I was in DC, I signed up for an unlimited introductory week of Bikram yoga.  As you can imagine a carpeted room heated up to 105 degrees Fareinheit and used for intense physical activity would, it stank to high heaven in there.  Still, I began to hate it less and less with every class, it was a chance to bond with my sister, who I’d dragged along, and it really does do wonders for your flexibility.  The Karunamayi and Iyengar yoga classes I attended (with my mom!) were great, too.  I also took classes with the amazing Egyptian folkloric and oriental dance instructor, Faten Salama.  The studio gouges you a bit for drop-ins, but it’s better to pay up than to not study with Faten at all.  I also drove all the way out into the depths of Baltimore to take my very first aerial silks class.  Think Cirque du Soleil.  You climb up (gracefully) between two pieces of fabric suspended from the ceiling, secure yourself in the silks, and make beautiful shapes with your body while hanging several feet above ground.  I was convinced after my first experience with aerial dance that I would like to be an aerialist.  In fact, I had known I would love it even before my first class.

I got a chance to travel a bit, too.  I spent MLK weekend in Cleveland.  I saw all the key mid-western players–my best friends and their babies, my dad and step mother, some very old and dear friends–it worked out that I had a performance scheduled in Cleveland, so practically everyone I knew in the city came to see me dance.  After Cleveland, I headed to Oakland.  I have about 30 cousins out there, and I got to spend time with a bunch of them.  My hip young cousin took me to Sunny Spot Cafe, a legal marijuana dispensary.  (For medicinal purposes only, of course.)  Another one of my cousins x-rayed my wrist.  He’s an orthopedic surgeon, and compulsive handstand attempts had caused me to sprain it about 3 and a half months earlier.  It had nearly healed by the time I’d reached California, but I was relieved to get the final word that I hadn’t caused any permanent damage.

My return from California to DC left me in a panic.  I had only four more days to spend before returning to Istanbul, and there was so much more to do.  A yoga friend came to visit me from Rhode Island, so of course we went to Carson Clay Calhoun’s Rocket yoga classes.  Lots of jumping, balancing on our hands and sore muscles.

While I love Turkey and enjoy many things about my life here, it was during this trip that I began to have thoughts about returning to the States sooner than later. After a little over a week of deliberating, I have decided to move back to the US, at least for awhile.  I’ve got a whole plan worked out, and I’m very excited.

Ala Turka! Modern Turkish Oryantal and Flexibility Workshop

I will be in the States from late December to late January.  Can’t wait!  During this time I will be giving the following workshop in the DC/Maryland area.  (See below.)  If anyone else would like to sponsor me to teach a similar workshop in your area, please contact me.  Cheers!

Lara Adrienne (Oryantal Lara) has been dancing in Turkey since 2011 in a variety of cities and venues. She has performed at five star hotels in Bodrum, on national Turkish and Israeli television programs, and in upscale nightclubs in Istanbul and Adana. She has performed in concerts with psychedelic Turkish band Baba Zula in Istanbul as well as in Lefkoşa, Cyprus, with clarinet virtuoso Hüsnü Şenlendirici in Washington, DC, with pop singer Atilla Taş in Van, and with the late great Müslüm Gürses in Istanbul and Bodrum. Additionally, during the past three years living in Turkey, Lara has been called on to perform in Alanya, Dalaman, and in Montenegro and Greece. Lara currently is a resident dancer at Al-Araby in Istanbul. Lara also has a life-long and ever-growing love for stretching, flexibility and body conditioning, fueled by her training in several dance forms and gymnastics, and a dedicated yoga practice.

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Modern Turkish style is full of flash–fast turns, crisp hip work, clean upper and lower body isolations, kicks, rolls, and spins, short but showy taxims and floorwork, powerful shimmies, and daring backbends–all done in heels. Modern Turkish oryantal has been highly influenced by two famous dancers–the ground-breaking Asena and the poised and precise Didem Kınalı.

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This two-part workshop with Lara Adrienne will cover the above aspects of modern Turkish dance, beginning with part one–a flexibility and muscle awareness segment to prepare and condition the body to safely and skillfully execute these flashy moves, followed by part two–drills and combinations “ala Turka”.

Turkish people are also known for enjoying a chat and a “çay,” so please feel free to ask Lara any questions about her experience as a foreign dancer in Turkey and Europe over tea after the workshop at a nearby cafe in Takoma Park.

**When**
Workshop: January 11th, 3:30pm – 5:30pm
Tea Q&A (optional): after for an hour or so

**Where**
Roda Movements
7014 Westmoreland Ave.
Takoma Park, MD 20912
www.rodamovements.com/

Tea Q&A (optional): location at a near-by cafe TBA

**Cost**
$30 in advance, $40 at the door
Send payment via Paypal: indrazaira@gmail.com
*Note “Ala Turka Workshop with Lara Adrienne” in comments

Or e-mail indrazaira@gmail.com for other arrangements or questions.

Istanbul Again, Part 2: New Gig, New Coworkers

I didn’t know what to expect dance-wise when I came back to Istanbul after being away for six months, but as it happened, I received a call last Wednesday from the owner of a venue in oh-so-chic Etiler. I started performing on Saturday and will be there for the next five weeks, which is when I go to the US for five glorious weeks, a trip of which the management is not yet aware. :/

I’ve performed at this venue before, including filming a video advertisement for them in the fall of 2012. They’ve since moved to a new location, with a bigger stage and a nicer dressing room. They’ve had a complete overhaul of entertainers, and one of the new ones is a zenne, or male belly dancer. (Name withheld.)

I’ll admit, he didn’t make the best first impression on me. When he started to light a cigarette backstage, I suggested sweetly that we not smoke in our small, shared dressing room, and although he protested, he put out the the cigarette. When I thanked him, he replied with a snooty, “Evet” (“Yes”) instead of saying “You’re welcome” or similarly appropriate remark.

I’ve found that with stuck up dancers, the best method is to be kind and complimentary, but not disingenuous. This worked well and fairly quickly with him. As he was the veteran dancer (I’d actually performed there before him, but he’d performed most recently and regularly), I made no protest as he planned the dancer order (dancers have artistic freedom there), and he seemed to relax and warm up to me after that. He quickly went from obnoxious to adorable. He even gave me a nickname “kara kız”–dark girl, which used to to describe a girl with dark skin, dark hair, or dark eyes, all of which I have, and no, I didn’t find it offensive, at least not coming from him.

He was having a lover’s spat with his boyfriend, a married man with two kids, who had apparently lied to him about going out drinking the previous night. He told me all about it. It seemed this incident was the last straw in their relationship. I put on my makeup and prepared to perform as he regaled me with stories about his lover.

My performance went well, but due to a DJ who was uninitiated in the art of spinning for a dancer, and an awkward ascent to the stage (there was no clear path through the audience, so my entrance was less than grand), it wasn’t perfect. Still, everyone seemed to rather like it, including my new gbff, the zenne. He performed after me.

I rarely say this about a Turkish dancer or a male belly dancer, but he was phenomenal. From his perfectly toned little body and to his precise technique and beautifully executed choreography, he gave my favorite zenne, a dancer called Diva, a run for his money. He danced as though he had been trained by Didem Kınalı, Turkish belly dancer extraordinaire. Usually, I wouldn’t approve of such a blatant resemblance to another dancer’s style, but his technique and stage presence were so superb, I couldn’t help but to enjoy his performance immensely. Not only was he an incredible dancer, he was also an accomplished seamstress–he’d made his own costume. Creative and thrifty, too–the costume was made from an evening gown of his sister’s.

So, he dances beautifully, he choreographs, he sews, he’s funny, he’s gorgeous, he’s fit, and he’s charming. When he came back to the dressing room and asked me what I’d thought of his performance, I could honestly tell him that I loved it.

At one point, he picked up his phone, and spoke into it using a speak-to-text feature to compose the final message he would to send to the lover who’d betrayed him. He then turned the phone to me and another dancer and had us check the text before he sent it off. As it turns out, he’s illiterate. He’s 24, and as smart and talented as he is, he’s never learned to read and doesn’t care to at this point. I was shocked! Reading and writing give me so much pleasure and convenience, I couldn’t imagine my life without literacy.

Right before we parted for the night, his phone rang. He told the person calling that because of the noise and the rush to get to his next gig, he was unable to talk and would return the call soon. Then he looked at me and winked. “Benim yeni kocam,” he said. My new husband.

I absolutely love the guy! I hope he’ll be happy with his new man.

Belly Dance Booty Blooper

Normally, I double check everything before hitting the stage, but last night, my coverup was on and my shoes were buckled, and somehow, something slid past “son kontrol”–final inspection.

After my dramatic entrance on to stage, (in a palanquin, no less),

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and my regal dismissal of the two strapping young men who carry me onto said raised stage, I proceeded with my show as always.

It wasn’t until midway through my first song–after plenty of turns and spins–that I noticed the jewelry seller out in front waving urgently to get my attention. My skirt was unzipped in the back!

I’d flashed everyone.

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What could I do but quickly zip it, chuckle a bit, shrug it off, and keep dancing?

Nothing, so that’s what I did.

Oryantal Lara’s Detox in Paradise?

When I asked my friend Eli, who studied psychology in school and taught in the classroom adjacent to me when I was a teacher at Bosphorus International Preschool, if she thought I was “too self-absorbed” she replied that the mere fact that I was concerned about being too self-absorbed was proof that I was not.

Whew, what a relief, because I do talk about myself quite a lot.

I love my life and I find it exciting. I want to share it with people, and I want them to love their lives as much as possible, too.

I’m always touched, quite pleased, and, more often than not, surprised when someone tells me that I’ve inspired them to do or try something that enriches their happiness, goals, or well-being. It’s true, though, that I’m a bit of an evangelist for living your best life.

I’ve had five guests (friends and family) come stay with me in Alanya on the beach, for anywhere from a long weekend to a few weeks, and four of them mentioned that their time here felt like a detox. One quit smoking cigarettes during her two week stay! (I can’t take credit for that–that’s amazing!) I was thrilled when my mother joined me in practicing yoga while she was here, and I was really excited to hear which of the postures helped to ease a sore spot on her hip/lower back area.

When it comes to food, I prefer to eat all my meals at home and I find it liberating that with the right ingredients and tools, I can prepare most anything I’d like. I became a conscious (can be interpreted as snobby, odd) eater, far before I became an avid cook, and I’m so glad I finally discovered how enjoyable and satisfying it is to make your own healthy, delicious food. Guest number one, a Japanese belly dancer who lives in Istanbul, was always peeking into my pots and pans and blender with curiosity, and guest number five, another former coworker of mine from my school teaching days in Istanbul, said that staying with me was like “having a free cookery lesson”. My sister, who stayed here only nine days, exercised at the open air community gym across the street and jogged around the neighborhood, dropping seven pounds she’d gained after an injury sustained while completing a marathon earlier this year. Seven pounds in nine days! And it’s not like we weren’t eating a LOT. When I have company, a large portion of my day is spent preparing healthy (and delicious!) food and sharing meals with them. Plus, my mother was preparing us delightful dishes, too. What a treat! When I’m alone, I tend to eat more simply, but no less healthily.

My guests went away saying they felt lighter, healthier, more relaxed, had “the digestion of a two year old”, and were expressing plans to “cook more”, “eat more healthy foods”, try this or that recipe at home, or that they might continue eating a vegan diet after they left me. Another two of them were able to go without coffee and played with the idea of not picking up the habit again once they returned home.

I’m in a unique position to enjoy life easily because I really like my job–I absolutely love performing on stage, and the stage on which I dance, the venue that houses it, and the people who work around it are all mostly wonderful, and the benefits and hours are great. What’s more, I don’t work every day–we’re only open three or four days a week–so I don’t get burned out from “too much of a good thing”. Since I perform in the evenings, I have the chance to spend the days relaxing, trying to achieve a yogic handstand (it’s nearly in sight!), cooking, reading, writing, visiting with my neighbors in the garden or our cafe, or teaching yoga to the kids who follow me around the condominium complex. There’s also always the pool downstairs, or the beach, which is just across the underpass from the garden. Nights that I don’t work are spent doing more of the same.

Still, it’s taken me awhile to reach this level of job satisfaction. I’ve held a lot of occupations, walked out of jobs in high dudgeon more than twice, and even (gasp!) been fired from a position I didn’t want, before getting to this point. With a brother who’s a former investment banker and now owns his own event productions company in Hong Kong, a sister who, after leaving her job as a big-time attorney in favor of being a chic mom, returned to work not as a lawyer, but as a high-end realtor, and second sister who formerly worked for a member of congress and as a middle school math teacher, then went on to found a tutoring company and publish a book on GRE math, it kind of runs in my family to maintain our sanity by doing what we were meant to do.

While I’m enjoying where I am in life right now, I also have big goals for the future. I want to grow as a dancer, one day becoming as good as the dancers I most admire. And while I love performing in Turkey (and Cyprus and Greece and Montenegro, as occasional opportunities have popped up over the past two and a half years), there are many beautiful performance stages in many countries, and I’d like to dip my toes into the sea of them! Another of my longer-term goals is to give workshops internationally, and all over the US. There’s something rewarding about teaching to dedicated dancers that I’ve only rarely had the pleasure of experiencing. This is something you only get better at over time. It takes a lot of performances and a lot of teaching to get to the “master teacher” level. I often think that once I become tired of (and before I become too old for) performing full-time for public audiences, I’d like to travel the world giving specialized workshops at festivals and intensives into my middle age and far beyond. After all, one of the most incredible teachers I’ve had whispered to me that she was “older than pantyhose”, and she continues to sharing her knowledge with dancers on several continents.

But enough about my dance goals. One of my guests (hi, Julia!) came up with the loveliest suggestion during her stay. “Why not host retreats for people to detox and recharge?” My mother chimed in–“You can get them into a healthy lifestyle. They could do yoga and eat vegan food. . .” and “You’d do it in a tropical place, like this, where they could swim in the sea and relax.” And of course, “I’d come every year!”

The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. I like to help people, it feels good. I love traveling to exotic places. I’m quite the hostess–I used to run a guest house, after all. And I know (and love) healthy tasty food and desserts, sharing yoga, and treating oneself and one’s body kindly. So. . . What else do you need for such a retreat? Clients, I guess. Anything else?

A Day in Manavgat

The phone rang this morning around 8. I was kind of awake, but not really. It was Neyazi, the driver who usually takes me to and from work. He was taking a group of tourists to Manavgat, and since I’d mentioned that I’d like to go there, he invited me to come along. I had 10 minutes!
I threw myself together and rushed out of the door as quickly as I could, forgetting to bring both my wallet and my bathing suit, but still managing to create from scratch, then devour, a chocolate banana cashew pudding. (Recipe below.)
My driver friend, two of his 11 passengers–an amicable mother and daughter–and I chatted as we headed to Manavgat.
Once we arrived, we visited a mosque, which was perfect for a little mosque yoga.

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(Is that religiously appropriate? I think it’s fine.)

Following that, the lot of us boarded a modest mid-sized yacht and headed smoothly down Some River. (I don’t know which.)

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I did sun salutations, arm balances, and stretches on the boat, too. Two little girls joined me. Could I be addicted to yoga?

The boat docked for those who wished to have a quick swim break in the icy mountain water (no thanks) before pulling up to a beautiful beach, where I ate gözleme, drank tea and gossiped in the shade with the aunties who make and sell the gözleme and tea

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and the amcalar (uncles) who sit around them, while most everyone from the boat went swimming and sunning.

Beach yoga interlude:

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After an hour and a half or so on the beach, we returned to the boat for a very nice lunch and headed back up the river.

After leaving the boat, our next destination was the Manavgat Şelale (waterfall).

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There’s a barrier that keeps you from being swept away by the rushing water, but the viewing platform is built in such a way that the very cold mountain water gushes rapidly around your feet. It feels amazing!

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There was some shopping after that, but I was knackered, uninterested, and without a wallet, so I sat in a cafe and enjoyed free tea.

On the way back from Manavgat, Neyazi dropped me off at work–thank goodness for the emergency costume I keep there–where I had some time to rest a bit, practice handstand a bit (final yoga reference), and drink rosé a little bit before eventually performing (which was great tonight!) toward the end of the dinner show.

A wonderful day!

Quickest Chocolate Banana Cashew Pudding (for breakfast, snack, or dessert)

There are a million variations of easy yummy blender puddings. Here’s the one I made today–

3 peeled ripe bananas
Handful of raw, unsalted cashews
One pitted date
Big spoonful of cocoa powder
Spoonful of coconut butter
Splash or two of water

Directions–
Dump ingredients in blender and purée until completely smooth.

Eat with a spoon or gulp down!
It’s delicious and nutritious.

Dance/Life

I’ve been doing other things besides getting punched in the face by strangers.

I have been having the most incredible time practicing yoga everyday,

"Ladylike" back bend on a castle wall.  :o)

“Ladylike” back bend on a castle wall. 🙂

spending time with friends in Alanya and those who are thoughtful enough to visit me from faraway lands (Istanbul, etc.),

My old roomie.  (The one I liked.)

My old roomie (the nice one) and me on my BIRTHDAY last week!

and of course, dancing!

🙂

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