A whirlwind of emotions has swept through these first four days in Beirut. On Saturday the 15th, before my friend came to take us to the most beautiful place in Lebanon that I had always wanted to visit, the Jeita Grotto, my nephew offered to take us to the Armenian Cemetery Center in Bourj Hammoud, as soon as he heard me say that I wanted to visit where my father, Vramchabouh, his mother, Perouz, and his sister Hripsime, have been laid to rest in an unmarked grave. For some reason, my family has not been able to mark the plot … Read more

The day after our arrival, we slept in, even though the entire city of Bourj Hammoud never sleeps. The water delivery man came early in the morning and delivered drinking water, 3-4 18-litre jugs were delivered to the 5th floor of the building that has no elevator. Even though I heard the commotion of the delivery, I was still in bed and trying to come down from the flight – recovering from the Jet Lag took longer than I expected. Later, I asked my nephew, “How does this delivery man do it?” His answer was, “You would do whatever it … Read more

What a historical day! September 12, 2018, marks exactly 35 years of my entering the U.S.A. on September 12, 1983, and my exodus from Lebanon. Our flight for our arrival back to Beirut Airport was Ottawa-Montreal-Geneva-Beirut. For some reason, our flights from Ottawa and Geneva were delayed, however, we were able to make the connections and arrive in Beirut at about 5 p.m. instead of 4:30, but Gary and I were the very last individuals standing in line to pass Lebanese customs. It was interesting to have a customs officer come and stand next to us as the other officer … Read more