An impending adventure
So, in about 36 hours, I will be landing in Beirut. City of my father's birth. A place he hasn't visited for fourty years, and that Maral and I only know of through old photos and news reports. I've been dreaming of this for about twenty years, finally seeing the place my dad grew up. And yet it still hasn't really hit me that it's happening like, NOW. I'm honestly more excited than I have words for but it's a strange sort of excitement. It's not the kind where I'm giddy and bouncy and my heart is racing (at least not yet) it's more this strange sense of wonder. This...is really happening. I have no idea what to expect. Hell, my dad has no idea what to expect since the place has gone through two major conflicts and the whole rebuilding process in the intervening decades, so this will be...interesting.
One things for sure though, I am going to eat REALLY FUCKING WELL. Oh yes.
One things for sure though, I am going to eat REALLY FUCKING WELL. Oh yes.