I had a splendid day today— woke up in an attic bedroom at the house of one of my best friends. The room was her stepsister's though high school, and is almost unchanged from when she spent her time there... the whole room still has her high school-self lingering in it. It's a lovely, intimate place to be.
I left and got in an hour of cardio before heading downtown to meet up with Cristina, my surrogate elder sister, for tea which ended up lasting through dinner. We wandered to the New Haven green where the Festival of Arts and Ideas is in full swing. Listened to some music, learned about whelks and New Haven non-profits (not in that order) and hula hooped with a lovely new friend, Lisa, who runs the West Haven hula hoop guild— I'll be joining her Wednesday at the West Haven beach for some hooping. 'Cited.
On the green, we received a flyer for a restaurant called The Kitchen Table... just opened in the fall, evidently, and serves all local and organic yummies. It's right off Church Street behind Gotham. We had dinner there, and it was pitch-perfect— delicious bread and biscuits with specialty butters, fresh local salad (excellent tomatoes), and purple potato gnocchi with sage butter. It was incredible.
And now I'm home. Mmm. Loveliness.
