As I usually do, I write recipes I’ve made and posts I want to publish in the notes app on my phone. I write wherever I’m at.
This time it’s the bus.
My daily commute.
It’s an adventure being on a bus, and being carless makes that adventure a daily routine I don’t think about anymore. If you are in — or you’ve been to — Lebanon, you know how careful drivers are, and how they care for the passengers that they don’t blast bad music across the bus, smoke, allow smoking, drink, catcall, or treat migrant workers badly. This fell into the routine that every time I tell someone I took the bus they whistle in exclamation and comment on the effort I made to get there.
A couple of Sundays ago, I joined a group of my colleagues for a long walk across the snow up the Lebanese mountains in a well-known winter sports town; Laqlouq. The plan was to take a 3-hour walk across the snow-covered hills, around the high hill with the large white cross overlooking the whole area, back to our starting point. We wore special snow shoes to help us walk better and prevent our feet and legs from taking a dive into the high heaps of fresh snow. We began our journey with enthusiasm and excitement, enjoying the warm first of March sun, that kissed us really badly at the end of the day. I turned off my mobile data and decided that I don’t want to use my phone. I took out my camera and took a few shots every now and then.