Thank goodness I have finally arrived. That was definitely the longest flight I have even taken. After 27 hours of flying including a 5 hour lay-over in Paris, France
, I landed at the Beirut-Rafic-Hariri International Airport. Definitely ready to crash at the hotel.
The hotel I will be staying at for the next 3 weeks in the Le Grey Beirut which is located in the historic downtown district, Central District, the heart of Beirut just overlooking Martry's Square just
next to the Mohammad Al-Amin Mosque. From the terrace I could see the Mediterranean in front of me and the peaks of Mount Lebanon in the distance. From 1975-1990 the area was destroyed by civil war. Now the restored neighborhood, Solidere, is the new soul of the city.

After getting some time to sleep, after feeling like I hadn't slept in forever, I decided to explore the streets. A few things that I learned from the concierge was because Lebanon is part Muslim and part Christian it is important to respect the local traditions, customs, laws, and religions at all times being aware of your actions in order to not offend. Even though the dress code is more relaxed than other countries in the region it is necessary to still dress modestly when visiting religious sites and when in a place where the local people expect it. Only take photographs of tourists sites, if you take any pictures of military sites you could be arrested. Also in order to avoid armed robberies don't used shared taxis or taxis hailed on the street. Only use taxis from recognized companies. Following this advice I decided to avoid dealing with taxis by either walking or having the hotel call a known car company for me. Definitely was first car ride was terrifying. The driving standards are so poor and the accident rate is so high. I can't even begin to count how many accidents. no matter the severity, that I saw.

The highlight of my day was definitely seeing one of the most famous landmarks in Lebanon, Pigeon Rock. Walking a long the streets, I was surprised to hear so much English even though the most spoken languages I thought were French and Arabic. Which definitely made getting around the city easier and less stressful. My had mentioned that it is extremely popular to see chestnuts being roasted along the street. As soon as I walked up, the vender started to explain to me how he roasts the chestnuts. This experience made me think of Christmas and "chestnuts roasting over an open fire", especially since I have never really seen chestnuts being cooked in the States.