Just a quick post on this beautiful Saturday morning to share my ever burning love of Beirut…
Photo by Emily O'Dell
…often called the Miami of the Middle East…
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…but comparing it to “Miami” or “Paris” doesn’t do it justice–because Beirut is a world of its own–and so is Lebanon.
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But to understand–you’ll just have to hop on a plane–and see it for yourself.
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Because what you won’t see in the media, are the cabins of Jezzine…
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…the lush, rolling hills of the south…
Photo by Emily O'Dell at Baalbek
…and you’ll certainly never “tyre” of the endless ruins in all directions…
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…but still be sure to stop for a seafood lunch in Byblos…
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…and at night…before the requisite partying begins, feast on some pain perdu–French toast with vanilla ice cream– that will leave you giving thanks for being alive…
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So don’t believe all the Homeland hype. Life here in Lebanon is–for many–just one non-stop party (“Top Ten Bars in Beirut”: http://travel.cnn.com/10-best-bars-beirut-822916). Because that which does not kill you–might just make you party. And I can’t think of a more beautiful place–to celebrate being alive…
