Maia and I went for a lovely long walk this morning along the corniche, then spent an enjoyable couple of hours on the couch watching the end of 24 season 6.
In the afternoon, Ingebjorg called to see if we wanted to go for a drive somewhere, and we decided to head down to Byblos and take Maia for another big walk there. The cloud cover was still a bit much, but here's some snow for you.
We made it to the first checkpoint out of Tripoli when I turned around to check on Maia and saw the bright yellow vomit on the backseat. Haram Maia (poor Maia)! We pulled over at a coffee van and grabbed some tissues and cleaned up as best we could. We knew we had to get her home, but the problem with the highway to Beirut is that there aren't many places to turn around. We had to keep driving and driving until finally there was an off ramp. We pulled over again to let her out for some fresh air, and then she really, really didn't want to get back in the car. I don't know exactly how heavy she is, but I'm guessing about 15-20 kilos...i.e. enough for me to have to make a rest stop in carrying her back to the car!!
We got her home without any further incident, and cleaned up the car. After all that excitement, Maia was happy to curl up in her bed, so Ingebjorg and I headed out to get a bite to eat. The cafe/restaurant, Ginger's, had the following placemats:
Who knew Aerosmith lyrics could be so poetic? While devouring a pretty good pizza, the stereo played Mmm Bop...always interesting music choices in Tripoli!!