When I got home from school the other day, I read a little out on my balcony that overlooks the narrow city street that I live on and then I made the leisurely 20-minute walk to my Yoga lessons. I’ve started Yoga again (I did some in Italy, too) and it is really good for me – physically and mentally. After a hard hour and a half of exercise, I strolled to an outdoor restaurant near my place and sat outside – by myself – smoking a nargalia and eating some kibbeh nayeh and fattoush with an Almaza beer from Lebanon. I topped it off with a scotch over the rocks and then started home.
I’m known very well by all my downtown neighbors so I visited with shop owners on my short walk back home. One of my friends introduced me to his cousin who is visiting here from Canada. We talked for a while about Syria and the Syrian people. He and I understood each other, but no one else would understand our conversation unless you lived here. The city, and its people, has so many highs and so many lows. I really feel blessed to live here and to have experienced all that I have seen and done, but I wish I could share it and there’s no way to. You have to experience it for yourself.
We are in the month of Ramadan and when it’s over, everyone takes a holiday called Eid. We have a week out of school, October 20-27, and I am planning on visiting my friends in Milan. Gordana, my Serbian friend, will join me there and we will probably visit some of her friends in Rome before I return to Aleppo. During November 1-5, the school is sending about 15 of us to Cairo for a conference for 5 days. So a lot of travel coming up. I’m looking forward to both trips.