a Walk Up the Mountain
Today I treated myself to a hike up the mountain outside of Beirut that we live on. It’s been several months since I’ve had the time, and it’s a bit dangerous (The traffic–I am certain, if I am killed here, it’ll be by a Lebanese driver long before a terrorist). But I love these hikes. I do my best “writing” this way. It clears my head, and focuses me.
I met these car wash guys on my last hike back in the Fall. They were tickled to meet this crazy American with a backpack and camera, and we had a great time talking.
Well, today I saw them again. They recognized me immediately (not too many scruffy-looking Americans walking against traffic with a backpack). They broke into huge smiles, and it was like we had just seen each other yesterday. These are the encounters that I love and–though they don’t occur every moment–they’re frequent enough to bind my heart to the people here.
I love the images that I find on these walks up the mountain, and I want to share them with you.