And so it ends. Tomorrow, we board a bright shiny flying machine to leave behind the warm tropical breezes and the sound of the ocean to head to back to flat (and still cold) part of the land I call home. Yes, it will be nice to see the dogs again. They always are so happy to see us after a vacation. But I am really looking forward to dancing again.
Last night, we were out and about and settled in for some coffee at a little outdoor area where there was a two man band on stage. One guy with a guitar and the other with a box that he sat on and used for percussion. I just looked it up on google and I believe it is called a Cajon. (The o needs a little punctuation mark but I’ll leave that for now)
They were better than you’d expect. The guy launched into his version of Brian Adams “Have you ever really loved a woman” and naturally the Viennese waltz just popped in my head. Mentally, I was doing the advanced left turns and other parts of my routine and, right there, I wanted to jump out of my chair and just start moving. I wanted nothing more than to be on a dance floor doing a Viennese Waltz. Weird, isn’t it?
He did a couple of other songs and my wife and I played “what would you dance to that?” Then they broke into a version of “Sugar” by Maroon 5 followed by “Uptown Funk”. I swear I almost jumped out of my chair. But if you aren’t grooving to “Uptown Funk”, then you probably aren’t alive. I noticed a couple at the next table and she was singing along with the music like I was and her significant other was not like my wife.
I’ll make a generalization here. There are probably three types of people:
- Those who really don’t like music.
- Those who like music but don’t get into it.
- Those of us who have the music in us.
Somehow, it was just natural to move to the songs he was playing and I couldn’t help but sing along in places. (Silently though since I’m not a singer). I guess this is again why dancing is something I love but my wife grew out of. There is a certain feeling I’ve described before when you’ve got the music going through you and you are executing moves on the floor. It is part of the high that dancing creates for me. So I got a taste last night with music and my mind took me to the dance floor. Now, I can’t wait to get back and do it for real!
If only I could take the ocean and the warm tropical breezes with me.