Dateline: Miami I haven’t been to Miami since Blogalicious, my all-time favorite blogging conference celebrating the diversity of women bloggers. For Blogalicious, I shacked up at the glam Ritz Carlton on South Beach. This time…
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Haiti Tripsters
I know this blog is called “Beirut or Bust” but as part of my life adventures, I am headed to Haiti. I’ll be going there with my phenomenal soul sister Willa Shalit and the Macy’s…
Hanging with the Bedouins, Visiting Petra
You know that scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark where they find the Holy Grail in this Temple carved into a rock in a huge moon-shaped gully? Well that’s Petra and I’ve been here…
Tea with Hamas and Hezbollah
I’m sitting on the rooftop of the Hotel Albergo, listening to a favorite old tune, Moon River, and looking out over the Achrafiyeh neighborhood of Beirut. As at every meal, I’m immediately presented with little…
What happens in the Bekaa valley….
David has a friend named Hikmat who lives in the Bekaa Valley. I have never met Hikmat but know him well from the scene in my husband’s Frontline Documentary, Lebanon Party of God. In this…
How About Baalbek for the Springsteen tour?
We’re in Baalbek to visit David’s friend, Hikmet, who lives on a hill above the ruins. I don’t know if these are one of the Seven Wonders of the World, but in my mind, they…
No beer at the Sheik’s house
We’re in no shape to show up at Sheik Fadlallah’s restaurant after our long morning at the camp. We’re covered in dust, more than a little dismayed and needing to emotionally download what we’ve witnessed. …
Sabra & Shatila
I first learned about the massacres in the camps Sabra & Shatila when David worked on a documentary about it for ABC news in 1982. It was one of his first projects as a television…
Arrival in Beirut
We arrive in Beirut at the Rafik Harriri International airport and immediately see the vestiges of the recent election. Giant posters adorn every building. Massive photos of General Aoun, the younger Harriri and other political…
Paris Airport
Why is it when I’m surrounded by the smell of croissants and the fashionable French that all my French vocabulary comes flooding back? Just yesterday, I could not conjure up the word for napkin (serviette)…