Day 2.1 | Home Sweet Home

Home sweet home. Got back home surprised my students, surprised my team, walking into the kuduro class. The kids were already dead, laying on the couch, I guess Flavie destroyed them. The adults could barely breathe. Shit is fucked up. I had to go and melt some mozzarella in a Canadian fried cheese Western Unique […]

Day 2.2 | Kitaba: 1 day to go

Today is Tuesday. Which means we have semba class from 6:30pm to 9:30pm. And today is Tuesday. Which means that the Kizomba Canada team will be practicing from 9:30pm till close to midnight for the upcoming shows and upcoming events going on. And just to add one more to the list, this one was always […]

Day 2.1 | Goodbye Wakanda Weekend

Good Monday to everybody. Yes, your boy Dr. Kizomba is already at the airport. Yes, I need my coffee. I gotta give it up for San Antonio, thank you so much for having me this weekend. It was amazing. It was priceless. But more importantly, it was lit. I was able to see old friends, […]

Day 2.0 | Texas Midnight Post

I went to a restaurant with some friends in San Antonia. The resto was pretty dope. I saw a Texas flag on the door. My ignorance, but also not knowing every single flag in America – these states flags are a little crazy if you know what I am talking about, I’m feeling a little […]

Day Ooops | Wakanda Weekender

Well. Wakanda weekend. Amazing San Antonio. The weather, amazing. Old friends, amazing. I finished my first semba workshop. Amazing. Always planting cookies on student’s minds. Shit that motherfuckers don’t usually think about but is very important on the dance floor. That’s why your boy is named Dr. Kizomba. I have a sad news to tell […]

Day 80 | Texas: 3 days to go

Good day. The internet is BUG-GING. And I dunno why. Well, I kinda know, but it’s kinda history, we gotta move on. Today, Montreal has beautiful weather. Sunshine, sunshine reggae, reggae reggae. 🎼 Last night, I was trying to watch the movie Maze Runner 2, but that motherfucker was so long I fell asleep. I […]

Day 79 | Boston Was Unreal

Fell asleep in Boston, woke up in Montreal today. What a weekend. Saw a lot of old friends, met a lot of new people, that I am only able to see on Facebook and now I had the opportunity to see them live, in person. I gotta thank Wendy for organizing this event. It was […]

Day 75 | Boston: 1 day to go

Good day. I wanted to leave with my BMX today because I was all happy that yesterday I finally was able to leave Espace des Arts riding through the streets of Montreal. But I mean riding my BMX through the streets of Montreal, like that movie in the 80s with Nicole Kidman BMX Bandits. Shiiiiiit. […]

Day 74 | Boston: 2 days to go

Good morning Mi Gente, it’s your unapologetic fucking boy. Just woke up, feeling a little crazy because I had a crazy night’s sleep. I can’t quite remember my dream but that don’t matter because I woke up in the best city in the world, with the best weather in the world. Yes I am talking […]

Day 20 | Gindungo: 15 to go

Good morning Mi Gente. Like I told you yesterday, today is sober day #20, alcohol and drugs free. Amazing feeling after BCG yesterday this is one of my favorite socials to go dance in Mtl, salsa, bachata and kizomba. I like Moka too so don’t get jealous Brown Sugar. The only annoying thing yesterday was […]

Day 29 | Gindungo: 5 days to go

Oh my goodness, good morning for the second time. I woke up early, I dropped this note on Facebook because I had to get it off my chest: “When the past calls, don’t answer. It has nothing new to say”. Some of you guys already liked it. Then I fell back asleep and reality hit […]

Day 28 | Gindungo: 6 days to go

Oh my god, I just slept until 4pm. The bus was scheduled for 8:45pm yesterday, but of course it got to the station 30 mins late. Eh, blame it on the New York traffic, especially on a Friday night when everybody is coming to the city to party. I could’ve stayed in New York longer, […]