How Can You Not

Liliane of Lebanon Aggregator wrote that if you read my Dutch perspective of Lebanon “you will fall in love with Lebanon all over again.”

But how can you not love a place . . .

where your colleagues come to work in footwear like this,
where you can pick the rosemary for the pasta sauce on the side of the road instead of buying it at $1 a twig in the supermarket, like you do in Holland,
where you can see the sun come up in the city,
where you can cast long shadows over the road in the morning,
and where your daughter plucks you a ‘flower ring’ from a tree every morning while walking her to school.

All this is of course only applicable when you are not dealing with government institutions.
And traffic.
And lining up.
And customer service.
And social services.
And male chauvinism.
And discrimination.
And online banking.
And pollution.
And any type of bureaucracy.
And building inhabitants who do not pay their bills on time.
Or building inhabitants who never pay their bills.
Yet insist on sharing the same services.
And plumbers.
And janitors.
And service drivers.
And . . . . (you go one).

But that is for another day. Today, only happy thoughts.