It was time to go. We spent our last day in Lebanon in typical potential peril as we gathered with thousands of others to commemorate the third anniversary of Prime Minister Hariri’s assasination, which, in 2005, had led to a national uprising and the removal of Syrian troops. We sloshed through puddles, fear, skirmishes and dozens of soldiers to get there, but it was worth it. For the first time in Beirut, we were truly “init”.
Us with Inma Director Rob and his wife Harriet–thanks for everything.
Boudreaux skiing above the Lebanese clouds. . .
Finally, the apartment I’ve been talking about for weeks. . .
Holy smokes! I hope you stole some of the furniture!
That apartment is beautiful, but the photo of skiing above the clouds is breath taking! What a feeling that must have been.
well, nothing like leaving with a bang! or at least a good ol’ demonstration of sorts… i’m back-reading your adventure, but that picture of B. above the clouds sidetracked me~~ you should frame that one!