Dance, words and laughter

Nothing says Zumba quite like a gym studio in south east London, overlooking a historic dock, and filled with people from every tribe, tongue and nation. I was so glad to brave the rain to go to my Zumba class last night – exercise, music and the united nations renewed me!

Our instructor is eastern European and gorgeous. She welcomed everyone, asked if anyone had any injuries or medical conditions she needed to know about, and then she filled the room – corner to corner – with pumping latin beat. Our class began. From hip-swaying salsa through to rocking bacciata, we moved our bodies in unison (mostly), and conversed in the international language of dance. I do cringe when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but if I keep my eyes on the instructor, I’m well in fantasy land! Ooh, I just love it!

I guess it’s because I don’t have much else to focus on right now, but my (almost) daily fix of gym lifts my spirits and helps to keep me positive. And the exercise is just what I need. It’s getting cooler now, but a few months ago, in mid-summer, we did the odd Pilates class outside on the deck, next to the water and under a fading blue London sky. Wonderful.

Our Pilates instructor has, as she says, a knee that is poorly. A few weeks ago she came into class and announced that she was, officially, “broken” and couldn’t do the class fully with us, as she usually does, until her knee was better. Turns out her brokenness is housemaid’s knee. Ouch! She does as much of the class with us as she can, and has told us – ad nauseum – that when we are to be kneeling, and she sits on one knee with the other leg outstretched, we should ignore her and do as she instructs. I have giggled to myself to notice – EVERY time – that there are a number of people who continue to copy her and stick one leg out to the side. I guess she finds it funny too. And I guess language is a factor.

Which reminds me of a conversation I seriously had some years ago when we lived in Harare, Zimbabwe. It was so bizarre I sent it in to the Readers’ Digest, and they published it! I used to go to gym every lunch time (the gym was close to where I worked) and do a class there. One day, soon after we’d returned from our three-month holiday in the UK and Europe, which had ended with three weeks on Santorini in the Greek Isles, a woman approached me in the change-room after the class and this is how the conversation went, I kid you not:

She: “Excuse me. Could you tell me the secret of your deep tan?”

Me, beaming, “Greece!”

She looked a bit confused and added this: “Really? I’ve tried oil, but it never works.”

Music, dance and laughter. Don’t you just love it?

Sunshine signing off for today!

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12 thoughts on “Dance, words and laughter

  1. “Can you tell me the secret of your deep tan…” Ahahahah. I love that. Like a tan requires mystical powers.

    So, I should know this, but how hard is Zumba? How much dance background do you need? I have four years of college cheerleading under my belt but that’s it. I don’t want to show up for Zumba and be laughed right out of it.

    Sounds like a blast. I’m so glad you’re enjoying it!

    1. Isn’t it hilarious – she asked me that in such a formal way! That was funny enough for me without the oil comment!
      Seriously, if I can do Zumba, anyone can do Zumba! And if you’ve had four years as a cheerleader you could lead the class! I have no dance background whatsoever – I just love having fun, and the music is stunning! Give it a bash, I’m sure you’ll love it! And then you can write about it!
      Sunshine xx

  2. I may not comment on every piece, but I am delighted to follow your antics daily. The end bit about the tan – hee hee! I love people!

    Thank you again for bringing a smile to my lips.
    Vampire Gran

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