Day Three

Training day.

So I came back to Lebanon because, Lebanon. 

Everything connects and makes sense here. And i'm staying at Hostel Beirut, where I stayed for Sept.- Nov. 2015 while executing a volunteering project with refugees. This time I'm also taking up some reception duties at the hostel - and today is my training day.

I wake up and look at 'On This Day' FB memories. Massive Attack - Teardrop appears and I start playing it while stretching in bed. Basem walks in on the soft melody,

'Great song to wake up to'

I'm still stretching as I smile at him.

I get up, go to the bathroom and see Antony walking out of a hot steam. There is no electricity and I'm just smiling at how smooth the transition is from sleeping to ambient low lighting. We all brush our teeth in the hallway, still waking up.

My excitement grows as I wear my favourite pants and go out to get paperwork. I feel like this is going to be the most flexible training I've had in years. 

I return to the hostel to find Sarah and Basem on the terrace, preparing work under the sun. I join in, we smoke and laugh at silly things like holding a cigarette with a clip and nervously head off to train.