Dance, dance

A while back I signed us up for a ballroom dance class in our local community class, us meaning husband and I. Tonight was the first class, we were learning Waltz. Even though I learned when I was fourteen or fifteen, it was still very very hard, mostly needed to get coordinated with John. In the beginning, he kept stepping on my left foot. But I think by the end of the class, we were getting the hang of it

It was actually a very good one-hour work-out. We had loads of fun. Now I need a foot massage, not used to dance in heals.