A very good friend of mine performs bellydance at a Lebanese restaurant. Last night I had my first taste of authentic Lebanese food and Lebanese wine. I enjoyed the food, the wine and the time spent with friends.
A jazz singer played during dinner, which sounded great but diminished the authenticity of the experience for me. Feeling the energy of the Lebanese music which pumped though at the end of the evening, I realized the missing ingredient.
When my friend began her dance, it was magic. What beauty in the way she interpreted the music and invited the customers to be with the moment. Her grace and energy moved me. Her confidence and passion inspired me. How proud I feel to call her my friend. Thanks Lilly.
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