It’s been grand. Really it has.
When I left Berlin, post babies, in the middle of winter (which I hear is still going on despite it being Spring now) and bout after bout of sickness – I was feeling low. I blamed it on motherhood. I blamed it on hormones. I blamed it on the weather. I blamed it on Berlin. I blamed it on whoever was in my line of vision at the time of blame attribution.Two months of sun, help with the babies and friendly locals have done wonders. This morning I was speaking to someone about opening a shop with adorable baby clothing handmade in Burma. A little while later I sent an email off to a friend about travel plans. Anything seems possible, again.
This is what the Middle East does so well. Friendliness. Hospitality. Fun. Irreverence. Lots of silliness. It’s why they can have places like Scoozi, a restaurant that serves Italian and Sushi. Neither are particularly good-by the way but sometimes food is just food. I eat the avocado maki and complain that the tempura is all uncooked carrots and onions until my husband tells me to pipe down because I am giving him indigestion. He’s right sometimes it’s about having a good time, somewhere close to home, where the twins can sqwuak and flap like baby birds and liter the floor with breadsticks.I will miss salads that are red with mouth puckering sumac. I will be surprised that every meal is not accompanied by lemon wedges and jugs of olive oil. I will think wistfully to the morning I ate dried labneh balls rolled in zaatar and sumac with a side dish of crunchy house made dukkah at The Lime Tree Cafe.
I’m bringing back a jar of honey from the October mountains of Lebanon, a tub of tahini and twins that eat the small local cucumbers instead of using a teether.