Lebanon

Yesterday my mum and sister went to Lebanon, my favourite place in the whole wide world. The country I wished I could spend a lifetime in. A lot of people ask me why I love it so much, I grew up here in Sweden so shouldn't I feel more at home here? The answer is that even though I have my home here I still feel most comfortable in Lebanon, my happiest memories are my memories there and my greatest stories are my stories there. Of course I've also had some bad memories and witnessed some awful things there but still the good beats the hell out of the bad. I love the food, the places we go out to, the ocean, the walks we take in the evening, but most of all I love the lebanese people. Of course not all of them are good and I have had my fist fights with a couple of them but still my favourite people in the world are there; people I love to be with, people I care about and miss every single day I'm here in Sweden. So right now I'm sitting down and blogging about my love for Lebanon while waiting for ouri unni Maya (Love yaaa habboul) to ditch Abbas and talk to me. Unfortunately I know how much fun it is to hang out with all the people there so I know my chances of her ditching him are small. I understand Habboul (not that you care lol :-P). Anyways missing all of you and always having you in my mind. XoXo