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 a coffee shop for expatriates
!ازيك يا برنس That's read from right to left, pronounced "Ezayyak ya brinse", and Sayyid's way of greeting you to his coffee shop every evening. It was not a Starbucks, nor a Costa, and certainly not a French café. No fancy décor, no elevator music, no jazz. Oum Koulthoum was the staple as far as... Continue Reading →
