My hotel room is an open air tent with a cot, a gravel floor and no furniture. I’m getting ready to teach an Orff workshop in China and am rifling through my luggage looking for clean underwear that I forgot to pack. I was just told that my class starts in two minutes and there is no time to eat breakfast. That’s when I remember that I forgot to plan my class and don’t have the slightest idea of what I’m going to do.
The dream life of the traveling music teacher.