Bedtime in Beirut
I'm waning after seventeen hours of traveling. Beirut looks like any other major city at night: a seemingly endless sea of orange lights. While taxing to the terminal, I realized that I recognized it from the news last summer. Israel bombed the very runway that my plan used to land. The fact that I am in the Middle East became quite real at that moment.
So I'm here, but do not have much to share as of yet, except that maybe the hotel's club sandwich is quite tasty. I'm hoping to experience and eat something a little more ethnic tomorrow.