A lot of things happen over coffee and cake, or any sort of food and drink, for that matter. This is a picture of my mother at her favorite meeting place, Herbert Lewis. Marj lives in a small town in Wales called Chepstow. Lewis’ is a shop that has a little restaurant on the second floor and my mother often stops there when she is in town. More often than not there is someone there that she knows (Chepstow isn’t very big). After she introduces her “daughter from America” (that’s me), we exchange pleasantries and sometimes a bit of local news. If it weren’t for the coffee and cake, who knows what would happen? Friends would not meet and everyone would be in the dark regarding the latest in Chepstow affairs. Unimaginable!
What is truly unimaginable is a life without these moments. So much happens over a cup of something and a bite to eat. Isn’t it marvelous that something we are required to do every day, eat and drink, can be such a pleasure and so much a part of how we relate to one another? Amazing the way that works.
If I don’t make any blog entries this week, it’s because I am in Wales with my mother. More likely than not, we will be having a coffee at Herbert Lewis, meeting her friends and catching up on all the local news.
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