At the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling
And today was one of those days! From Jounieh to up in the sky above the mediterranean. And when I say above I mean, ABOVE; WAY ABOVE! UP IN THE SKY.
So let me tell you about the way it feels, to be swinging in the sky like a five year old on a swing. It is one of the most magical feelings, being barefoot, above the sea, with the bluest you’ll ever see the mediterranean. I wish I had my phone with me to take pictures from up there but things is, if my phone falls in the water, I’ll lose all my data which is bad, but I’ll also follow it head first which is kind of worse.
Anyhow, looking down to realise that you are about 30m off the ground is thrilling but so is looking back at the shore, staring at how beautiful Lebanon actually is. You don’t look to see people, or movement but somehow, there is life in the vibrant terracotta rooftops and there is life in the contrast of greens and blues between the trees and the sea. And there is life and beauty in the little white churches, here and there. And to think that there actually is life in the houses, individual lives, individual stories making one complex country makes you think of how small you are, but you are a gear in the watch, a drop of fuel in the fire of this exciting life. And an ecosystem lies in every tree and in every square metre of that water. Everything works for you, little human and you work for everything else.
In those houses, the baker that bakes your bread, and the carpenter who made your comfortable bed, and the shoemaker who made the shoes that take you dancing and then, you, who do whatever it is you do giving a hand to a society who needs you.
And when you put your feet back to the ground, you are a bit more humble and a bit more proud. A paradox that works beautifully.