 The next night I sat in the front row of the Maestranza and watched Rocío Molina (seven months pregnant) perform  Grito Pelao . That was kind of a dream come true. This was the second night in a row that a powerful woman brought me to tears (in a good way.)  Rocío is a genius obsessed with her art and to witness that close in that setting felt incredible. So much beauty and feeling. I love some of what she does, don’t love some, but her creativity, skill, and movement amaze me. (The woman with the red hair who she is smiling at is her mama who formed part of the show. Watching the two dance together was precious.) 