The land of olive trees and wild figs We just finished making Moussaka and I’m patiently waiting for it to come out the oven. It’s very dark, I can hear crickets and hounds in the distance and the stars are sparkling across a velvety dark sky. I’m writing from a hillside in Greece overlooking the…
Farewell Dimashq I left Dimashq two weeks ago. The taxi to Beirut was scheduled to pick me up at 6am on a Friday morning, so for my friends, that meant staying up all night to bid me farewell. The drinks kept coming, the music, the dancing, the tears and warm embraces, the snacks and wary…