bienvenidos!

When did my life become an episode of "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?"  (Can you say that in your head without singing the theme song from the show?  I most decidedly cannot.)  Aaaanyway, after a day of unpacking, sorting, dealing with plumbers, and handling rental cars, Mr. F and I decided Cyprus wasn't cool enough for us to stay longer than a week.  So we boarded one of the least crowded flights I have ever been on and took a forty minute jaunt across the Mediterranean to........

LEBANON!

First impressions of the city:  feels like Detroit.  There's Krispy Kreme donuts, dilapidated buildings, and Chevy vehicles.  It's Detroit.  Until...

Second impression:  THE GINORMOUSLY AWESOME MOSQUE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY!  So cool, seriously.

But what's really doing wonders for this week's international jaunt (because apparently we're incapable of staying in one country for very long anymore) is our hotel.  The company put us up in a nice hotel in Cyprus.  This Lebanese hotel eats the Cypriot hotel for breakfast.  HOLY FREAKING COW!  (I'm editing my thought processes for the general masses right now, just so you know.  There are many explicatives going on because I can't get over the fact that I'm in the Middle East right now, let alone Lebanon.)

Our hotel is new to the city within the past few years, and in my opinion, it was a WISE investment.  It's pimp.  Like PIMP!  Beautiful marble tiled entrances, I'm guessing mahogany wood finishes all over the place.  If I don't see the city, it's because I'm lounging in my bathtub or sipping tea on my veranda.  (Yes, we have a veranda!)

Since it's me though, I might be the most excited about the iron and ironing board in the closet.  And the hair dryer.  It's the simple things you miss the most when you don't have them around anymore...

Lebanon...crazy!

note:  Mr. F is here for training.  I tagged along for fun.  He's going to work, I'm going to the pool!