To me, and this is according to my perception, street food is affordable food on the go which can be consumed as one drives, according to what we’re shamelessly proud of, walk down the street to the next job or meeting, or share with friends late at night or after midnight on the way back from the wild lavish Lebanese parties with the gorgeous girls we’re well-known for.
Vacation is over but memories linger.
I will try not to get carried away and reduce the blabber and the storms of thoughts in my head so that I’m able to sum up my vacation, in which I will be surely not giving justice.
I have shared photos on Instagram of food, places and people. Many others were not shared, especially those taken using the camera. As I sort the images now, I recall the memories and the feelings and try to express them here in plain text.
This impulsive trip took a really good turn. It gave me wonderful moments in a breathtaking country (from what I saw and chose to preserve in my memory) for its landscapes, sceneries, people, culture, and of course food. At most times, it took my mind away from all the worries I got there with. I was hungry for new things, for a break from the routine and it was nothing short of that.