1 hour ago
Beirut on my mind.
especially on sundays of all days.
waking up to mom's freshly made p*t of turkish coffee ( a staple in any lebanese house hold), the smell of freshly backed bread from the bakery downstairs, the early strawls down at manarah where all the fisherman call shotgun on their favorite spots and the friendly loud banter of old men over a game of backgammon ( yes it can be terrifying for anyone who doesnt speak arabic but it is strictly amicable most times). will always have a soft spot for you mon amour, even if i'm away for too long sometimes.