First there was a late visit to the Solo Travellers' Get-Together, then a chat and lunch.
I was just back in my room when I received a phone call from Olena (professional dancer on board) to say they had time for the rest of my private lesson, so I hurried to meet them. We revised the Viennese Waltz. It’s a lovely dance, Dan is easy to follow and although my footwork may not be perfect, I am always in the right place with his lead. Dan spends most of the time twirling, which is what I prefer, whereas the dance hosts do a few twirls and then lots of other steps, and although I can follow Rock in it most of the time, there is one step where I always end up on the wrong foot. Rock tells me I rush it. Dan also told me I was rushing. Jorge tells me in other dances that I try to anticipate. Hmm! Slow down Diane. We then went over a step in the cha cha from a previous class that a few of us had been having trouble remembering the night before. They showed me the arm movements, though of course they will only look right if my partner does them too. Then I asked for a slow foxtrot. It was lovely to dance it again after years of not doing it.
The Solo Travellers were meeting in a special section of the
Queens Room for afternoon tea. The air conditioning was up too high and I was frozen so I
sat in my room in my bath robe for warmth until it was time for the Tango
lesson at 5pm. I did not dance much in the lesson. I watched, mapped out a few
steps, and then danced the whole sequence with Rock so I could be sure where I
needed to be in relation to my partner. For once there were more gentlemen than
ladies!
I felt too weary to go to dinner and finally ate in the Lido
about 8pm. I was feeling desperate and had not brought along any spare
phenylalanine tablets, so resorted to half a block of chocolate and was able to
go to the Ascot Ball and enjoy myself.
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