She was certainly moving somewhere in Marrakesh in a night club, much better than I ever could.
Most of my long distant movements are now made in a wheelchair, but I can still do it at home with the help of stick, walker on even a piece of furniture in the right place at the right time.
It is sometimes a strange feeling when I am in town or even shopping and I see others, also golden oldies, that can walk normally one step after the other, even run for a bus. I often think it used to be me. In the meanwhile I watch the others dancing. And now to go and give the garden some water, but I can do that holding onto my walker.