I did not plan to travel on the same day as the independence day of Ukraine; I did not plan to pack my yellow and blue dashiki which exactly matches the Ukraine flag, but all of these coincidences lead to one epic day! I stopped believing in coincidences a while back and I am always reminded when things like this happened that every single thing happens for a reason.

The rain attempted to prevent me from having fun but then I have always admired the determination of mankind; when there is a will there is always a way.

Thousands of people burst into the streets in celebration of the big day. The day was filled with so many activities, from the army march to the parade of traditional outfits to the car show and fireworks. One event that was extremely memorable to me was the concert.  I stood for a few minutes listening to the melodious song with a nice rhythm having no clue what was being said. It was my instinct to rock from side to side. Halfway, I felt a tap on my shoulder and a stranger asked me to dance. She spoke in Russian but I understood exactly what she meant. Her eyes lit up and she was ready. She showed me the traditional dance steps and I was delighted to dance with her.

It felt like it was just the two of us. We focused on each other as she taught me dance moves and I followed her closely. I could not help but grin. I felt nothing but freedom at that very moment. We were like a mini show in the middle of the concert. People brought out their phones and did the usual attempt of recording the performance. I use to be that girl on the sideline recording other people living life to the fullest but not anymore. In my travels, I have allowed my self to the free from all doubt about my ability to do things. I don’t even think about it, I just do it.

We dance for what felt like a very long time two of us absorbed in our little bubble, two become four as two more ladies came to join us and we danced some more. We went round in circles dancing to a foreign music and connected human-to-human nothing else.

We danced and danced in the rain just like I did when I was a child. The rain drops fell on my skin and at that moment I was reminded that I  am human and worthy of every happiness I felt at that time. At the end of the dance, we said our goodbyes and she said she must have lost at least 1kg. I laughed and I agreed I did feel a little lighter as all my worries just seem to disappear.

Cheers to the non-touristy activities. Cheers to dancing in the rain. Cheers to travelling with meaning.

 When last did you dance in the rain or with complete strangers?


Feel free to leave a comment below, I look forward to hearing from you. Till then, I leave you with this quote:

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

Stay blessed x

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