Seen from the water

Last weekend we did something outdoors, for the first time in… forever. The weather is finally getting better though (as in, it is no longer possible to fry an egg on the hood of a car that has been left in the sun for half an hour) and I’ll be damned if I let the husband get away with his unhealthy tendencies to want to spend his entire weekend sitting on the couch playing Space Marine. Yawn.

We went on a fishing trip, which was technically for husband’s work but certainly did not feel like it. A friendly guide took us much further out on the Gulf than I had expected, the city was barely visible at some point, and we spent a leisurely couple of hours trawling around the waters waiting for unfortunate fish to meet their doom at our hooks.
Not that I participated actively in the fish slaughter mind you, I’m not really a fan of killing things for sport. I was perfectly happy to laze on the deck and trail my feet in the water, and in hindsight I should have taken more pictures. Now this one below is the only nice one I took…

It reminded me of another photo I took quite recently, which looks so similar but was taken in a completely different place…

It seems I have a thing for water these days. Maybe I’ve always had it, actually.
Now all that’s missing is the mention of Beirut; lo and behold, I was just thinking about it the other day when I spotted a building being demolished next to husband’s work. Funny how destroyed buildings trigger memories of Beirut, while there’s a “Lebanon Flower” restaurant (including cedar icon in logo somewhere) on practically every street corner. Maybe something to do with authenticity…?