I had an interview today. Yay. I’m exhausted.
K, short post about ballroom dancing. Did you know that everyone learned ballroom dancing in their teens where I grew up? It was still a very normal social thing to be doing.
So of course when I moved away from there I cared about everything but ballroom dancing, but once I had moved to the UK, dance classes were back on the agenda. Salsa was a start, and it was great – for one thing I credit latin dancing with building up my core strength and finally getting rid of that back pain I was struggling with every single year in Sweden.
Then I spent 2 years in Nigeria and had dance classes there too. But we don’t talk about that. (It wasn’t called twerking then, ok!)
Then I came to London and suddenly there was proper ballroom in my life again. I picked it all up again really quickly, and it all peaked when one of my dance tutors asked me to pair up with him for some dance classes in Barnet. That was great.
Oh yeah, when did the waltz with the stranger happen? In the Queen Elizabeth Hall on the Southbank, of course. Ballroom Dancing on the Southbank is great and magical and often free. That day it was lovely, it was the last waltz, I really wanted to dance, I couldn’t find a partner, so I grabbed a tourist who was standing there gawking with his son next to him. It was his first time and it was strangely lovely and romantic in a very wholesome way.
Here, have some hip action with my teacher Nick who is great.