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Tuesday 8 December 2009

Writing in Havana with Monique Roffey, November 2009

Below are pieces of writing produced by the writing group who came out to Cuba in November 2009. See www.skyros.com/cuba.htm

The brief was to go outside onto the streets and take detailed and closely observed notes of a building or object for twenty minutes. The group were asked to use all five senses, but to simply take notes. On returning, I gave them each a piece of paper with one word written on it. An emotion. Joy, anger, peacefulness, sorrow etc. They were then asked to write about what they had observed through this emotion.

The writing below resulted from the exercise, tiny marvellous slices of the Vedado neighbourhood of Havana. All pieces demonstrate something of what the Cuba writer Alejo Carpentier called ‘lo real maravilloso’, the Marvellous Real.


Monique Roffey, tutor, author The White Woman on the Green Bicycle (Simon and Schuster)

SHRINE OF SORROWS by Judith Earnshaw

In sorrow you look for alleviation. In sorrow you pray, even if you don’t believe. You hope against hope. You hope against fear. That was the lure of the strange object I saw secreted in a garden as green as noontime Havana dust would allow.

I entered the garden, observed by three people standing by a grey-green Studebaker, and approached the shrine. They looked at me suspiciously but when I dropped to my knees before it, they smiled. I was respectful – pious even – and they were content.


This shrine sits beneath a tall palm tree, its slim grey trunk slashed horizontally as though bandaged. The bleeding heart sees the wounds. The palm bears waving green fronds high beyond reach and huge woody fruits. Some have fallen to the base of the shrine and they look like elongated coconuts, but not hairy so much as alternating a woody surface with one reminiscent of owl’s feathers. They don’t feel like owl’s feathers though. They are scratchy and harsh.


The shrine is set on a cream concrete plinth with grey islands in it where the paint has peeled. You can see the streaks where the paint has been roughly applied. In a cabinet above the plinth is a glass door framed in worn greying wood. It is locked with a tiny silver padlock.


She is inside. Our lady of the sorrows: a plastic doll with clear light blue eyes that gaze without seeing and without mercy. Oh, Mary, Mother of God, hear my prayer. She wears a ruched dress of golden satin and a gold crown. She has tight brown curls beneath the crown, but a second tier of golden tinsel hair flows down over her shoulders like a mantle. On her hand is balanced a plaster Christ child. He does not look real. I do not think He could save me. She is flanked by two candlesticks containing something like lentils topped by dirty wax. Then two tall cracked vases. On the right the vase contains yellow fabric roses. On the right, yellow arum lilies. Aren’t they the flowers of mourning and of death? Oh, Mary, Mother of God, help me.


I can hear the sound of a chainsaw in the next door garden and muted traffic from the road. The shrine smells of dust. My heart feels like dust. Dust and rock. I lean forward and lick the shrine. The observers by the Studebaker look approving. They think I am kissing the shrine. The wood tastes like ash. Dust to dust and ashes to ashes. The glass door tastes like standing water. Mary, Mother of God, hear me. I do not think that she can hear. The pink plastic face and the bright blue eyes stare forth and they see nothing. The Christ child sits impotent on her hand. Lost is lost, even in this green garden.


Spikeful plant! by J.R. (Anger)

Spikeful plant! You will not shelter me as the leaves of the trees. You will hurt me if I fall on you. You don't even need watering! Large 
green cactus with your vile triangular branches. No interesting 
capillaries, just edges like waves with prickles at their crest. No 
delicacy, just blunted ends and spikes, like a caterpillar’s antennae, 
protruding from a dark brown head. Where is your hidden beauty? 
You don't rustle or sway in the breeze, or shed beautiful autumnal 
leaves. And here you stand, covered in dust from passing traffic, 
maintaining your unchanging stance, indifferent to all around.


THE FIVE PALMS by Roben das Gupta (Joy)


The five palm trees dance upon the raised dais by the side of the hotel ramp; feminine curves swaying in mutual celebration of self. Vibrant green tubes squeezed into ash-grey skirts patterned with an exuberance of design, middle-aged spread bulging luxuriantly and defiantly above the waist band. The palms exploding like cords of hair flying in anarchic disarray, whipping the air, the leaves like the teeth of a comb stand to attention; alert in anticipation of pleasures yet to come.


The choke and buzz-saw of motor-cycle, the thrum and grumble of motor car, diesel and cigarette smoke are the discarded shackles that lie at their feet as they refute the city's grey claims for constraint and conformity in their frenzy to relish the freedom of abandonment.


Love by W.O.

The ice melted on his tongue like abundant nectar at the centre of a richly coloured orchid, yearning to be harvested by the honey bees. The chants of excited children, the drone of traffic fading as the all consuming sweetness swept into his warm mouth, enveloping the ice and melding it to make it part of him. The oneness, the ecstasy of the cold liquid, giving up its heat freely. The sun pouring down rich light that diffracted in the leaves above to give a golden sheen. He had to have more, to consume the whole cold structure, to delight in its perfect texture. The perfect moment.

This last piece from one of the writer's who did not attend the 'place' workshop. This is a piece of Writing from Life.


Writing from Life by Elizabeth Hudson


The concierge opened the door to her flat to see who it was had entered the building. She shut it quickly after a short glance, looking away. She never had been particularly friendly with the residents of 36 rue Montmorency - it made things simpler that way. I walked to the corner of the courtyard. Her lack of friendliness couldn’t faze the excitement of being with Mark again after three weeks away.

He was looking forward to it too. I could hear him singing our song - the silly ditty to the tune of ‘Lola’ floating down from the second-story window. ‘Her name is Lizzy, she’s very busy’ or whatever word he could find to make it rhyme and make me laugh.

The wordless humming found its lyric.

‘Her name is Audrey.’

Chilled, I stepped into the stairwell, stubbing a toe on Madame Charriere’s buggy, neatly folded under the staircase where it always used to be. I stepped slowly up the stairs to the second floor. Putting both feet onto each step before addressing the next one. The landings smelled of beeswax, poured on every Thursday by the concierge and buffed up. We were always falling on them.

I couldn’t hear the singing any more. It was dark. I breathed in beeswax.

The shrill sting of the doorbell meant I had seconds to compose myself. It was such a small flat. But it took a very long time for Mark to answer the door. He was wearing a bath towel wrapped around his waist that reached to his ankles. He trembled, then cocked his chin.

‘You’ve come at a great time,’ he said, even though we had arranged to meet twenty minutes before.

Wednesday 21 October 2009

Matthew Collins returns to Atsitsa on a Skyros holiday

There was a knock on my hut door. ‘Come on there’s an ocean to swim in...’

‘But it’s seven am – two more minutes in bed...’

‘You and your two more minutes in bed!.’

Bloody Americans, bloody Californians, bloody positive/love-life attitude. Maybe I should have done Path to Happiness...

Having visited Atsitsa many years earlier, to make a film about Skyros Holidays for a travel programme, I thought I knew what this place was about. But it’s quite different being a neutral observer to a proper session participant. On that earlier visit I ate some delicious food and undertook several curious activities (one of which involved creating stained glass windows out of tomatoes and lettuce leaves – not available now). But because I was there as a mere observer I didn’t become a fully integrated member of the session’s community. And that, I now realised, was half of what a holiday at Atsitsa was about.

So, here I was – a participant. And the person at my door was also a participant – chirpy Janine from LA.

‘Come on, dude – let’s see the sunrise...’

‘Oh, all right – if you insist...’

‘Isn’t this cool?’ she said, as we sat on a surfboard being lapped by the sea as the sun rose above the mountains.

‘Yes, very cool,’ I said.

Fifteen minutes later, and still dripping wet, Janine and I were at breakfast. I loved the Atsitsa breakfasts – granola, fruit salad, Greek yoghurt with cinnamon. And I usually topped off my own hearty breakfast with a salami/cheese/tomato roll. (Or two...) Oh, and a cup of coffee – made with that water from the well. (I got used to the taste the moment I discovered most other people used mineral water whenever they used the kettle.)

I actually loved all the Atsitsa meals. They used to be exclusively vegetarian but now, as well as breakfast salami, there’s a hot meat dish every evening. As a greedy carnivore I quite appreciate enforced vegetarianism (I’m ashamed to say one Tuesday I had five lamb shanks) but if you really want to be a bingeing omnivore you can usually sample the Veggies-Only option too, once all the veggies have eaten (one night I had four walnut and feta cutlets – but not at the same time as the lamb shanks).

This session was in mid-September – right near the end of the season. Early in summer I’d asked my kids if they fancied coming. (A lot of kids now come in school holidays.) ‘Not doing that hippy crap,’ said my 16-year-old son. So I booked to come alone. ‘How selfish,’ he then said, ‘Not taking your children....’

Anyway, I packed them back to boarding school and flew to Greece. I didn’t take the transfer offered by the Skyros office. I thought it would be easier flying into Athens and taking the morning flight to the island. But I slightly regretted not taking the ferry transfer with all the other participants. Having shared a night in Athens and a day of travelling, they’d got to know each other before they even reached Atsitsa.

My allotted hut mate was Nigel. He talked about Athens. ‘We had a great night... We ended up in a strip club with Suzie, the yoga teacher.’ (I’d had a night alone in the Sofitel.)

Next morning we had our first Demos. Rules were explained (‘Welcome to Greece – No paper down the loos...’) and course options were explained. I was determined not to touch psycho-babble ones so I chose windsurfing and yoga.

Unfortunately, the weather was freakily inclement during our first days there. It poured down several times and I regretted not bringing jumpers and waterproofs. And the windsurfing was such a cold option that twice I woke up thinking ‘Oh, no – windsurfing today...’ But I stuck with it and by the end of the course had learnt to sail and turn. And I’d got to know Steve, my windsurfing partner-in-crime.

Steve was an engineer from Lancashire who lived in Germany. He built nuclear waste plants in Lithuania (at least, I think that’s what he told me – he’d also built sewage plants in Ireland).

He turned out to be the best salsa dancer I have ever seen and during the salsa evening women just queued up to dance with him. In fact, he was so good he even ran his own salsa evening the following week – due to very popular demand.


But Salsa really was not my thing. I stood on the toes of every woman I danced with, except for Heather from Shetland. She took a free style, Scottish-jig-approach so I managed to avoid her feet. Belly dancing was fun though. And many boys were as good as girls.

By the second week the sun was shining brightly. Everyone in the community had got to know each other and I’d finally volunteered for vegetable chopping and the odd washing-up duty. I’d even been to an Ecos – the group forum where you just listen as each member speaks. (No response required. Try it at home.) I’d also discovered that sharing in the duties was quite a good way of getting to know fellow participants.






I was now tuned into the Atsitsa spirit. (In fact at one Demos I even volunteered a glowing appreciation of a Janine-led experience – an early-morning swim in a downpour with rainbow-coloured rain drops bouncing off the sea – beautiful...).

So, for my second week, I signed up for psychobabble – The Path to Happiness (not sure I found it but the course helped me empathise with fellow participants) and Healing Sounds with Suzie. I loved that course. I hadn’t sung in public since I was eight and finding my singing voice was an emotional experience. In fact, it was an emotional experience for lots of us – tears poured down cheeks as we sang.

Unfortunately, thanks to boring work, I had to leave the Atsitsa community before the end of the party. (And before the cabaret.) Suddenly I was back at Skyros Airport, waiting for a plane to Athens. But I had a book of e-mail addresses and a head full of happy memories. And maybe even a few interesting thoughts about a new approach to life....

Matthew Collins

For 10 years Matthew Collins was ‘Special Assignments Man’ for BBCtv’s The Travel Show. Each week on the programme he was given a travel challenge. These ranged from travelling overland to Spain with his leg in plaster (to sample travelling facilities for disabled people), to spending a week alone in a French nudist camp where single men and photography were banned (he was alone with three cameras round his neck). He also spent a week in Atsitsa...

For ten years he’s been bringing up his two sons alone (their mother lives in Spain) and he makes a living writing and talking about family issues and travel. Matthew has written five books, including Across America with the boys and Across Canada with the boys and three grannies (for which he borrowed three grannies to travel across Canada with his two sons). His one-man show How To Pimp Your Kids and Shop For Free at Waitrose was a sell-out at the Edinburgh and Buxton Fringes.

www.matthewcollins.co.uk

Thursday 10 September 2009

Skyros Work Scholars: What have you gained most from your time in Atsitsa?




'Inspiring courses and fantastic friends!' - Abigail









'Laughter... confidence & funky ass people' - Sean








'An amazing experience that has brought confidence and inspiration along with making beautiful friends' - Sam







'A spiritual exploration and
opening of one's self' - Monique








'I have made some incredible friends and gained the freedom and confidence to really be myself :)' - Rachel x




'I wanted to take some time out, career-wise, to do
something different and being a work scholar has facilitated this. I have met incredible people, both colleagues and participants, and been able to participate on a daily basis on a variety of self-development courses. A truly wonderful experience' - Sinead




'Fun, friendship, laughter.... ' - Jane









'I
've encountered a deep beauty within the place and the people' - Maggie








'A truly inspiring experience with fantastic new friends in a breathtaking setting' - Sally






'I have found courage, confidence and tolerance and some solid friendships in this wonderful place, not to mention a beautiful new relationship' - Zoe




To find out more about Skyros holidays in Greece, Thailand, Cuba and Cambodia, see www.skyros.com. Atsitsa is one of two centres on the beautiful Greek island of Skyros.

Sunday 30 August 2009

Sally Jones befriends uncertainty at the Skyros Centre

A whole week has flown by already. It feels barely believable but as we unwind, we lose track of the days and of time and instead allow ourselves to slip into a natural rhythmic flow. Tensions are melting away and I am noticing a relaxed healthy energetic glow on the faces of participants.

The invigorating winds have settled to a gentle cooling breeze. I realise I haven’t seen one single cloud since my arrival here. Reliable blue skies make a refreshing change from the unpredictability of the weather back home and the pleasure of swimming in the beautiful blue Aegean sea never ceases.


One of my greatest joys this week has been picking the fresh figs off the trees on route to and fro to the beach and splitting them open to enjoy the fresh sweet flesh. In my course we have been working on developing mindfulness and this provides a perfect opportunity to practise this – savouring the full flavour of the figs after enjoying the sensory delights they provide visually.


We have one more week ahead and I hope we can stay present moment to moment and fully enjoy the magic Skyros never fails to provide.

Psychologist, Dr Sally Jones, is currently running her course 'Befriending Uncertainty' at the Skyros Centre in Greece. To find out more about Skyros holidays in Greece, Thailand, Cuba and the Isle of Wight, see www.skyros.com.

Richard Skinner's 'Words on Paper'

The first half of my two weeks’ teaching at the Skyros Centre in Greece is now over and has been a huge success!

Meeting every morning at a cafe in the hustle and bustle of the town, the group have gelled effortlessly and are enjoying every minute of stretching themselves and raiding their imaginations.

In the first week’s course, entitled ‘Nuts & Bolts’, we looked at some of the basics of fiction – plot, character, point of view, dialogue – which my students took on board as though fully-fledged writers themselves.

For the final session today, they presented a blurb for a novel they would like to write but that they knew would NOT be published. They found the concept unusual at first, but soon came up with an array of fabulous storylines, each one clearly close to their hearts, which was exactly the point of the exercise.

There were Ballardian tales of cannibalism in lost valleys, the thwarted idealism of a group of friends at their 30-year reunion, the difficult relationship between a Lebanese painter and his daughter, a satire on health care for the elderly, a crime noir set in Marseille. All of them were gripping, colourful, intriguing novels yet-to-be-written.

Next week’s course, entitled, ‘Lost & Found’, will consist of even more personal writing, ending with an opportunity to present a short piece of their own and receive feedback on it. The week should prove just as fruitful for the students as they continue to expand and explore their new roles as writers and get to know each other even better. Roll on Monday!

Richard Skinner teaches Creative Writing at Goldsmiths College, London, and his own novels have been translated into several languages. Richard is currently teaching at Writers' Lab at the Skyros Centre in Greece. For more information about Skyros holidays, visit www.skyros.com.

Sunday 9 August 2009

'Why do you come to Atsitsa?'


'I love coming here, because when you return to Atsitsa it feels like you have never been away' - Virginia Evangelou




'After all these years, I still find Atsitsa has the amazing potential for transformation.' [He also said - because of the beautiful women who come here!!!] - Michael Stewart




'It's amazing how 60 random people can become 60 close friends, this is a place where you can learn both from a 6 year old and a 60 year old' - Andrew Risner


'This is where my journey started and where it continues, I have connected to my authentic self' - Anna Jung

'It's a place to be yourself and feel liberated, away from the constraints of life' - Sally Kay

To find out more about Skyros holidays in Greece, Thailand, Cambodia, Cuba and also in the Isle of Wight, visit www.skyros.com.

Friday 7 August 2009

Jeremy's Writers' Lab fortnight comes to a close....

It’s hard to believe that it was only two weeks ago that the members of the group sat down to write their first stream-of-consciousness exercise and begin our time working together.

Since then we’ve encountered a horde of compelling characters generated out of the various writing games and assignments, and I’m hopeful that the members of the group are impressed enough by these invented personalities they’ve conjured out of thin air to pursue their various literary destinies on the page.

Certainly, on the basis of the passages they’ve been writing these last few mornings, the writers in the group have every reason to throw themselves into the process of finding their voices and introducing their characters to a wider readership.

Jeremy Sheldon is just wrapping up his two weeks of teaching at the Writers' Lab at the Skyros Centre in Greece.
See www.skyros.com/writers_lab.htm.

Jeremy is the author of two works of fiction, The Comfort Zone and The Smiling Affair, as well as a number of anthologised short stories. He is a tutor on the MA in Creative Writing Programme at Birkbeck, University of London, and also at Imperial College of Science, Technology and Medicine. Jeremy is also script editor for several film production companies.

Wednesday 5 August 2009

There's a Yoga Mat in Skyros Calling Your Name...

As far as I can see, the sky stretches blue. The warm gentle wind touches my skin. The sun moves in its own time, a slow graceful dance over the morning sky.

Yoga in Skyros is like none other.

The views across the yoga platform stretch out over the Aegean Sea, and beyond. The sun catches the calm blue sea beneath us, sparkling like glistening white diamonds.

On the yoga floor the purple, pink and orange yoga mats are colourfully arranged. One by one, each mat is claimed. The class is filled with people, some new to yoga, and some have been practicing yoga for years.


Today we are doing our morning yoga, "Katrina Yoga" as it has fondly become known. A gentle, stretchy and energising yoga. Opening the body, opening the mind, opening the heart. The focus is on creating connection of the mind, body, and soul to our dreams.


Moving into a space of appreciation, love and gratitude for all that we have, all that we are, all that we dream of....

The yoga runs each day before breakfast and classes. Over 2 weeks, students build strength, inner trust and self confidence in their bodies.

For me, one of the real gifts is to watch as people make powerful break throughs and boldly step forward into their life purpose, creativity and guidance of their heart.

On this magnificent Skyros yoga platform, under the blue sky, and warm summer sun, is a beautiful coloured yoga mat, just waiting for you....


Katrina Brunsden is the Yoga Teacher, Massage Therapist and Wellness Coach at the Skyros Centre. From the 6th of September Katrina will move to the
Atsitsa Bay centre on Skyros island, Greece, where she will be teaching Holistic Health workshops. To find out more about these workshops and about Katrina, see www.skyros.com and www.FatGirlTrim.com

The Writers' Lab by Dorothy Crossan

Having spent the first week discovering what "Five Rhythms" is all about - and really enjoying it - I opted to take the less physically strenuous writing course in week two.

It's great fun, not just doing the exercises that Jeremy sets us myself, but listening to what everyone else has made of them too. Do you agree that 'apathy' feels like a handful of jam?


There's so much to do here that I'm writing this Blog entry between coming back from the beach and heading off to the restaurant by the lighthouse for a Greek night with dancing lesson. I've a feeling my performance may be more Stavros Flatley than I'd like but it doesn't matter because we're all friends here.

Later I'm hoping for a cocktail at the Calypso before heading off to sleep in the Melagonia - or as Jeremy our writing tutor calls it - the Meglomania. I don't get up for the early morning yoga so my day starts breakfast and then a spot of watering around the Skyros terrace before the writing group begins.


Dorothy is currently taking a Skyros Writers' Lab holiday on the Greek island of Skyros. See www.skyros.com.

Saturday 1 August 2009

The Writers' Lab by Jeremy Sheldon

After seven days of leading a two-week writing workshop at the Skyros Writers’ Lab, it occurs to me that “Lab” feels like something of a misleading word. It conjures up an image of egg-heads in white coats discussing and dissecting minute details of literary technique with clinical, intellectual precision.

Nothing could be further from the truth, of course, and there’s no greater proof of this than where we’ve been working together throughout the recent mornings. We’ve chosen as a group to hold our workshops on an outdoor terrace of the local museum dedicated to Skyrian life, art and traditions.

With the blue Aegean beating gently away directly below us and the light breeze moving through the leaves of the vines and trees around us, we’ve addressed various writing techniques over the last few days including plotting, point-of-view, characterisation and sense-of-place.


Even better, each member of the group has used the writing exercises and games as an opportunity to present situations and characters have been variously touching, terrifying and extremely funny. Who knows what next week’s sessions will generate? What seems certain is that Manos (the curator of the Museum) will keep bringing us fabulous coffee and that the members of the group will continue to push themselves to write material that is as moving as it is fascinating.


Jeremy Sheldon is currently running his course 'Fiction Writer's Toolkit' at the Skyros Centre on Skyros island, Greece. Jeremy is Creative Writing tutor at Birbeck College, University of London, author of two novels and script reader for film production companies. See www.skyros.com.

Tuesday 28 July 2009

The Magic Continues by Cathy Skora

My last week in Atsitsa was absolutely charming. As I got on the bus waving goodbye to the staff, the sea, and Poseidon, my intention was to keep the spirit of love and passion for living so easily found in the Atsitsa community with me in my daily life and work. What a wonderful souvenir to bring back for myself, my friends, family and co workers... love and passion for living in all we do.

It was sad but lovely as we all parted at the Airport. Sad to see our community part, but lovely to feel the connections created throughout our community during our stay at Atsitsa and at the Skyros Centre.

I feel so fortunate to be a part of the Atsitsa family where I have made lifelong friends, shared countless laughs, self discoveries, and a strong sense of connectedness to a host of spirited folks.

I am also very appreciative for all of the hard work the permanent staff and work scholars put into making the site work on all levels. Bravo Staff!

As I look through my piles of mail and work the edges are softer and work load lighter as I keep in mind to focus on the truth and grace within which comes so easily in the Atsitsa community. This is life.

Wishes for us all to keep the magic.

Love, Cathy Skora

Wednesday 22 July 2009

Atsitsa Summer Daze (cont'd).... by Cathy Skora


Deep into week two of AT6, I continue to be amazed at the magic of Atsitsa. Just when I think I have seen every angle of the sea, the sunset mesmerises me with yet another shade of orange or yet another angle of shadow.

As I gaze at the sea my thought and experiences at Atsitsa are reflected back to me as flowing and expanding. As I come to the last days of the session for this season I am filled with the idea of unlimited potential brought forth by the community and connection of nature and this setting.


My experiences at Atsitsa have nurtured me in an cumulative manner over the years. I look forward to staying in expanded moments for the rest of AT6 and to working on the sense of openness and sense of creative potential to enhance my daily life at home.
And in the spirit of staying in the moment….. I am off to waft through Hutland, settling in for siesta as the sun dabbles through my hut.

Cathy Skora is one of the exceptionally talented Skyros facilitators, teaching Afro-Brazilian & Belly Dance. To find out more about Skyros holidays, visit www.skyros.com, call 01983 865566 or email office@skyros.com.

Thursday 16 July 2009

Atsitsa Summer Daze by Cathy Skora

Skyros, Greece Summer 2009
How fortunate I feel to be celebrating my 10th year as a part of the lovely Atsitsa experience as session AT5 is coming to close. As always the minute I arrive on Skyros I feel like I am home. The stress of my everyday life immediately fades as I am welcomed into Atsitsa Bay by the graceful pine forest and expansive sea.

Our two weeks have been full of activity yet relaxing as I find can only happen at Atsitsa. In between mosaics, singing, and dancing there is always a minute to jump into the sea and cool off while reflecting and absorbing the lovely vibe of our Atsitsa community.

This session was especially touching as Dina Glouberman, one of the founders of Atsitsa was teaching and directing. She shared with us that it is the 25th anniversary year for Atsitsa. Upon hearing this news the party plans began!

And what a party it was… a great dinner and anniversary cake by Taki, a beautifully decorated dining area by everyone in the community, dancing, drumming, symbolic floats into the sea. The celebration was truly charming. The 25th anniversary celebration will continue throughout the rest of the session this year.

I will be staying on for the AT6 session and look forward to the continued and charming vibe at Atsitsa.

Cathy Skora is one of the exceptionally talented Skyros facilitators, teaching Afro-Brazilian & Belly Dance. To find out more about Skyros holidays, visit www.skyros.com, call 01983 865566 or email office@skyros.com.