We received quite a shock the other night, while sitting down to dinner at Zaatar w Zeit, a fun Lebanese restaurant, the news came on (all in arabic of course), and we saw flames, and destroyed buildings, and people crying and the obvious signs of a car bomb, and a few dead people. And the footage kept going... and going... and we realized that it must be local for all of the footage that they were showing. Turns out, as most of you probably know, that there was a car bomb in east Beirut a few days ago, targeting one of the anti-Syrian MPs. I won't go into the politics of this, as there are a lot. But, as I'm writing this, Jeremy and I are fine, and we saw it on the news just like you. (We are in west Beirut - FYI)
And life continues as normal. It is not that people don't care, they just know that they have to continue living, or they would all go crazy and not function so much. Maybe that's why they all smoke.
Life here has been fun. I think the hardest part for me so far has been the jetlag. We actually got one night of full sleep a couple nights ago, but most nights we are up from about midnight to 4 or 5 in the morning. wide awake. can't fall asleep. watch senseless tv. hope the guys singing down on the street will shut up. hope the car that keeps honking its horn at 4 in the morning will all of a sudden go hoarse. yep - it's like that.
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