Let the dancing begin

Getting to Raleigh, N.C., wasn't too difficult after all. We started, however, with a half-hour delay at the Melbourne Airport because the airline was waiting for weight confirmation that usually is reported on the computer -- the network was down, however.  Eventually a fax saved the day.  The pilot more than made up the time delay in flight, thank goodness.

It has been years since I have flown into the Atlanta airport but not much seems changed.  I still had to travel miles, on foot, escalator and train, to get to another concourse and the second flight of the trip.  I think the airport could declare itself a city, it is so big, except it doesn't have much of a stable population.

I arrived at the hotel with only time enough to check in and take one line-dance class.  As tired and sore as I was, I was glad for that.  A leisurely dinner and watching So You Think You Can Dance helped me relax.

This morning started out full of promise.  After a free breakfast, I joined the crowd in the ballroom to watch the dance instructors demonstrate the dances they would teach today.  That's a great way to learn which dances appeal to you.

My first class was not learning a dance but a technique class by Rob Glover who helped us learn how to move our bodies, from the head to the feet.  And he taught us a dozen or so warm-up exercises that we can do every day.

My first actual class was by Michael Barr, who is the smoothest dancer!  The dance was done to a boogie and is a lot of fun.  I can't wait to show it to my instructor at home.

It's time for lunch and more dancing this afternoon.  I have a new motto:  Forget work.... let's dance!