July 04, 2015
June 18, 2015
|Ramlet el Baida at 6:30 AM, buildings still cast a shadow onto a cool beach.|
June 16, 2015
|Get your motor runnin' , Head out on the highway, Lookin' for adventure in whatever comes our way (source)|
|Let’s go to the beach, each, Let’s go get a wave (source)|
And I really like that. That I can decide for myself whether I transport a child in an FAA approved child-seat, or put a whole bunch of them in the flatbed of a truck.
|Do you see the little feet sticking out. They didn't all fit in the car|
Letting my freak flag fly (source)
|What to say of this? A man in a motorized wheel chair on the shoulders of a three lane highway, on his way to Beirut (yep, against traffic).|
June 14, 2015
Like a packing mule, because you’ve got to haul all your gear in one shot. The beach umbrella, the beach chairs, the towels, the ice box, the inflatable boat, the drinks, the wind screen, the sun screen, you name it.
There is nothing at the beach, so you either carry it yourself, or you’re sitting in the sand. And for every bit of food, or drink, if you haven’t brought it along yourself, you need to slug all the way back, over the dune, back to the lot, where the food stalls are.
I used to leave the beach early, because 1) I did not want to get stuck in a 2-hour long traffic jam, and 2) I’d be so stressed out from going to the beach that I felt I needed the time to recuperate at home before being able to go back to work on Monday.
There’s an open-air shower as you get out of the sea, or would you prefer the pool? No problem. There are changing rooms, mirrors everywhere, lovely clean toilets, a lounge with beds, and a couple of life guards who make sure your kids don’t drown.
If you're too lazy to drive down south (or north, because we've got awesome beaches up north as well; some of them sandy, many of them pebbles), how about a city beach? Just amble down the hill in Beirut, and pick one along the Corniche. There's 6 I can think off right now. 7, counting the AUB beach.
Too lazy to even go home? Heck, have dinner at the beach.
(This post is a partial re-run)
June 07, 2015
|The ladies on the right don't know it yet, but they're standing already in their finish order: from left to right, with #31, finishing first, Lea Iskandar, #1 in second place, Aregu Sisay Abate and #2 finishing as third, Sonia Wansa.|
|Waiting for the X-ray. It turned out to be a fractured right fibula. The door man at the hospital said: "What's this? I just saw you on TV, and now you show up in the hospital?"|
May 30, 2015
An exception, you say? I don’t think so. She was married at 16, had her first child at 17, a perfect candidate for being cast into the role of weak women. But she ran three thriving three companies with an iron fist, and dealt only with men.
May 25, 2015
The priest was aware of this. When he mentioned that today was Pentecost, and asked the child if he could tell us, the attending crowd, what Pentecost was, we all stood there wondering: ‘Pentecost’?
“When Jesus resurrected?” tried the godfather.
“No, that’s Easter,” replied the priest.
I was of no help either. Pentecost? I don’t think we celebrate that in Holland, I am thinking.
|My son at the ruins of Palmyra, in 2003. I think he's sporting some type of toy machine gun. Seems quite in place.|
How does a sunni muslim end up with a couple of monks as friends?
They hadn’t gone very far down, and hubbie was able to clamber down and help the men get out of the car. They were four monks, on their way to a nearby monastery.
The baptized child is the son of a friend of mine. She’s a christian, from Europe, married to a muslim, from Lebanon. Both are non-religious, so they never had an issue with the fact that all of their children – as stipulated by local law - follow the religion of their father.
“No problem,” replied the husband, “we’ll just make him one, if that is what it takes.”
They decided to go ahead anyway. If Daash comes to town, there won’t be much left to inherit anyways.
“What am I?” she wants to know.
“No, like really.”
“That’s a choice you can make when you're 18,” I reply.
“Oh, like the tattoo and the piercing?”
Good thing her dad and the priest were not within earshot.