Ludka goes dancing.

When on board of the Independence of the Seas in March 2011 with my sister, we attended line dance classes.It started well.My gay instructor in his ever so tight pants pranced around full of enthusiasm and so did I.Step left,step right.Easy peasy.Step forward,step backwards.Why not.Now lets combine all steps in one sequence.What?! And it was going so well.The sequence was danced.They went left,I went right,step forward,no, wait,my feet thought otherwise.My sister is a lovely dancer. My family is a family of lovely movers.My dear brother, now deceased, light as a feather on his feet,could have been a professional, when he took you in his arms you were floating.The girls loved him, he was also the kindest man and very handsome.Cancer took him away from us. My sister's side glances and smile disappeared alongside my rhythm,her face firmly fixed ahead.The look of horror on the instructor's face-what is she doing,this cannot be happening to me,why cant she follow what every-one on the dance floor is doing?What is she dancing? Transfixed to my feet he missed a step. With abandon I gave myself to music and danced, danced, danced,turning one way,then the other way,hands in the air.I could have danced all day, but the lesson flew by.My sister barely containing herself burst out laughing and was still in fits when we got back to our stateroom.You certainly made an impression on the instructor,she said,I hope you can sleep well tonight, he wont.What do you mean,I asked indignantly,I am a good dancer.He kept looking at me,I am sure it was because he liked what I was doing,maybe he wants to learn my moves and teach them to others.She gave me a long,long look.I felt quite insulted. Well,if any-one asks you if you know me,feel free to say you have never met me before,I wont mind,I said cheerfully,still feeling elated. But truth be said, I have never tried to learn any dance since.I think my dancing is too good for this world.We have all heard about some people having two left feet.Clarkes,one of my favourite shoe-shops,have a closely kept secret-a back room full of shoes for left feet only.I went in there once,a treasure trove reserved for the chosen ones.But they could not provide me with dancing shoes.Because I have, what is known in the dancing world,"three left feet".No-one knows where the third foot comes from,no-one knows where it goes,it appears out of nowhere,and disappears just as fast.I feel very privileged.And it has never stopped me from dancing.I sway to the sound of Abba,Paolo Nuttini,Santana and my most favourite of all, Dean Martin.Dancing is wonderful!