Friday, May 27, 2011

So that's how I got here

This morning I woke up and wasn't sure where I was. I looked out the window above the bed I had been sleeping in, and there was the eastern edge of the Mediterranean Sea––and I suddenly remembered something about my Dad driving me to New York City, getting on a plane full of screaming Arab babies for 14 hours and meeting a very nice Jordanian man from California; a seemingly endless layover in Amman, Jordan––where they fortunately have Starbucks; lots of people speaking in Arabic,  being mistaken for an Italian, losing track of how many times I'd gone through security,  another flight next to two teenage girls who completely ignored the rule about cellphones during take-off, walking through customs in Beirut, getting my bags, meeting my friend Mark, crazy drivers, cool buildings, cool buildings with bullet holes, a military checkpoint with a tank; lots of explosions... which turned out to be fireworks from a Shakira concert.

So then I remembered: I'm in Beirut.


ajfcello said...

haha! Awesome!

eanthony4507 said...

Haha I laughed so loud when I read this! I'm glad you made it there safely. Hope you go to a Shakira concert while you're there. Her hips don't lie :)

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