The Rafik Hariri International Airport is a happening place. Not just because it’s named after this famous slain Sunni Prime Minister who was car-bombed on Valentine’s Day a few years ago — his death a…
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Whistles and Flashlights in Haiti
Our visit to KOFAVIV may have been the most emotionally challenging stop on our Haiti tour. Willa explained that KOFAVIV (Commission of Women Victims for Victims) is a center for young women who have experienced…
Carnival in Jacmel
You travel to Haiti, this country that is the poorest in the Western Hemisphere. A country without a stable government and has just experienced a natural disaster of unspeakable proportions. The last thing you expect…
Lunch with the Sisters
You have to laugh because Ananda Leeke, the Ambassador for the Heart of Haiti program keeps talking about the “Digital Sisterhood.” While in Haiti we lunched with the sisters, but this time, it was actual Sisters…
PR-tinis and Port au Prince
Here’s what I love the most about social media. It connects you with people whom you really are destined to meet but simply never would. We become intertwined in new and unusual ways and build…
First Night in Haiti
Navigating your way out of the Port au Prince airport is no easy task. First, you are attacked by the heat, a crowd of men all surging around you offering to take your bags, security and…
Erzulie & Ananda
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…
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…