About Lebanon

I'm not sure why it's been so difficult to sit down and write about my trip. I guess it's because I did so much and so many things are worth talking about...and there's the fact that I already wrote a travellog for all my friends and family and so it seems very repetitive to do it here. But that's what I get for wanting anonymity.

Besides, none of the REAL stories are on my other blog, so I should be excited to write about them. Ok, here goes.

The first story is "Fizzy"

Fizzy is my cousin. And he's around my age, so when he wanted to hang out the first week I was here, I thought, "why not"....sadly this did not turn out to be the case. I shoulda known by the creep vibes I was getting from him...how he would shake my hand a little too long, how he was always turning up...anyway, we went wandering around the village one evening and it was a good talk (in French, Arabic, and English). I figured he was a fairly modern person who'd make a good friend. He asked if I wanted to go out the next night and so I said sure. Though to be honest I was feeling a little unsure because of how he kept saying too many nice things about me. Anyway, the next night he picked me up on his lame-ass motorbike and took me to the village park/restaurant place...lookign suspiciously like a date. And as the evening progressed, I started to feel I needed to ensure he wasn't hitting on me. The trouble was explaining this since we only sorta spoke the same languages. Anyway, to make a long uncomfortable evening short, he gave me this ABSURD gift and I knew that I needed to get the hell out. Anyone ho has known me for more than five minutes knows I hate useless, gaudy gifts and this was the worst kind. It was a bracelet (I'm allergic to most medal, which I'd tried to explain the last time he tried to buy me a gift) presented on this stuffed red heart (with the word "love" on it in white cursive) placed in a basket-type thing with brown fur on it. Oh and the huge awful gift bag was red with hearts on it too. It was awful. I could hardly look at it. Anyway, I was so embarrassed that even when my sister saw the gift, that I didnt' even tell her there was a bracelet with it. In fact, you dear readers are the only ones I've told.

If you think that was the end of it, you're sadly mistaken. He asked when I wanted to hang out again and since I really didn't I sorta tried to put him off. Let downs are even harder when you don't know the words. Anyway, it got worse.

My dad had a little talk with me about how Fizzy had talked to him about me. And he really just wanted me to take him to Canada. The first night we'd been chatting, we had talked about Canada. I innocently asked why he didn't go to Canada and he told me that he couldn't leave his home...hmm....LIAR. CREEP. AND THEN, my sister tells me that he had asked if he could MARRY me. I mean, seriously. First you lie to me, then you want to marry me, your cousin. AFTER I tell you that I'm totally not interested in you? GROSS.

After that I couldn't even stand to be around him. I just left the area whenver he came by. This initially caused some trouble cuz he thought no one liked him, which my step-mom didn't want. But if I never saw him again, I'd be just fine with it. Arg. Ick.

So is the first story. To add to my angst, I had already taken a liking to Mr. M, and had kinda noticed he liked me. And was feeling quite worried that he'd be jealous. He let me into the house the night I went out with Fizzy and didn't look thrilled to see me turn up at 1am. But then, that could be cuz I woke him up, too. Hard to say. Yeesh.