If you’re anything like me, it would be the joy of your days to be in the wilds surrounded by nature. One can’t think of being away from nature would create a sense of anxiety that is only cured by total immersion.
This is one of the little things that one finds out about himself gradually as days go by. One goes from despising the idea of camping out there in the wild exposed to wild animals and insects to despising the idea of being in the middle of the concrete jungle exposed to wild humans and insects.
Whatever you do in the mountains feels purposeful. Sometimes you go for a walk in the neighborhood and that feels rewarding, sometimes it’s watering the garden, other times it’s the time take to remove the weeds, or climb up and pick the produce and pluck out the good ones. It feels that whatever you do is rewarding in a sense. Nature is rewarding and with some more time and patience, those rewards get more valuable.
Surrounded by nature all around, it would be ridiculous not to use nature’s gifts that are presented on the door steps here.
We’ve been coming here to Hardine to help fix our friend’s house since March.
I’ve witnessed how nature changed from its idle state of slumber to its vibrant blossom and now with its lively greenery. It evolved with every passing week. It is fascinating seeing how silently nature worked to emerge those buds from the lifeless limbs of wood then for those buds to become blossoms and leaves.
The wonderful thing about this time of the year is the great variety of produce you can get from the market. I go to a nearby shop and buy stuff to get home. On the days where I’m working from home are the best days to experiment. I cook breakfast, lunch, sometimes desert, and even dinner if I’m staying home at night.
I recently received a bunch of basil. The most obvious thing to do is pesto. The first thing to do with pesto is add it to pasta. Then adding cheese. But what’s not so usual is roasting vine tomatoes and adding them to the dish. And that’s what I did. Pretty Genius, no? *pulling a Kanye moment* Continue reading
We have a saying in arabic that literally translate to
“The splendor is for the rice and the burghul hanged himself”
On an early Summer weekend, my family and a couple of friends decided to have a sleepover and rafting in Al Assi River in the Bekaa. We hit it off for the 3 hour drive, co-piloting to my sister’s friend which made the time pass like a breeze.
We reached there at night, modest bungalows by the freezing river, under the pitch black sky, around the fire that the other groups have started to keep warm. We slept around midnight to get some rest before the busy day ahead. Continue reading