For two months now, I have been living in a country whose name is synonymous with war, yet I myself, have never been more at peace. A country where people speak three different languages (Arabic, French, and English) in one sentence, where family values still exist, and where eating is not something you do – it’s a way of life. A country where there are six women for every one man, where little girls ride their bicycles past armed men without a flinch, and where making $1,200 a month is considered a decent living. A country where you can drive from the beach to the mountains in the space of an hour, where mosques stand right next to churches, and where honking your horn is a national past time.
A country where people who come, never want to leave.
This. Is. Lebanon.