Who gave me such excellent advice? Why Robert, of course. Anyone who spends time at Robert's blog probably recognized his voice right away. But, the most special thing wasn't the advice, or even who was giving it, but the way it was delivered. IN THE FLESH--THREE-D.
Between hugs and awesome food.
I have severely missed Robert since he moved cross-country, and when we met on Friday, it felt as though time didn't even skip a beat since our last weekly writing meeting, nine months ago. Time wrinkled, and we fell right back into our routine. Fabulous routine.
This is our table at Andala. Our cafe. From its website: Andala, the name of the nightingale’s song, brings the authentic tastes of the Old City of Jerusalem to Central Square in Cambridge.
How cool is that?!
Andala, for me, is as much about deliciously spicy smells as anything else. I'm always tempted to tell the waiter, "Bring me whatever that is that I smell." (I think I've actually said that on occasion.)
Robert at our table, gazing out at the twinkling lights outside.
How loving and direct is Andala's staff? And patrons at ease enough to remove their footwear? Such a homey place!
Sigh. I miss Robert already. But at least I know that the next time we talk writing at Andala, it will feel as though no time passed at all between our gatherings. Because that's what it's like with good friends.
Did everyone notice how much better I'm getting at bringing home proof from my IRL adventures?
Any adventures to report? What have you been up to? What is your goal for the week? How's your writing life?