Baking in Beirut

Well, Mike did call at 6am, but I did not make it to run with him. I slept another hour, then took my jump rope out to the jetty to get some exercise. I won’t say jet-lag is defeated yet. I’ve had it sneak up on me a day or two late before…


The brutal setting

We held a mini-fair for two schools today. It was outside. What the HELL? Today in Beirut, it felt like Southville about a month ago – hot and humid as a bulldog’s breath. Of course we are all dressed up. Guys always get it worst with the long sleeves and ties. Ugh. It was miserable. I could feel the heat coming off my table, the sweat dripping down my back beneath my undershirt. We couldn’t get out of there quick enough.


Mike, before his laptop melted, and he started crying

Back at the hotel now, catching up on answering student email that has been piling up this week. We will probably go down to the café district for dinner tonight. I should have some great pics tomorrow after our morning excursion…just wait.