Or how to build castles in Spain while smoking chicha Chicha — Image belongs to author One chicha please. Two actually. Lemon-mint for her, two-apple for me. Local beer. Beirut? Almaza? Go for an Almaza! Two! It is one in the morning and we have been building castles in Spain for the past couple of hours... Continue Reading →
On heartache and Lebanese summers
Two countries, both dear to my heart. One which chose me and one which I chose. One where I came to life and one where my children were born. One which gave me the words and one the means to speak them out. Lebanon who gave me birth and France who adopted me. One I... Continue Reading →
