A year in pictures

Looking back on the past twelve months: family time, travel, celebrations, love and nature

Meeting my sister at Amsterdam airport Schiphol. The feeling you get when seeing a loved one after a long time (a year or so) is an overwhelming happiness.
The new addition to the family: Wolf (a She wolf). Needless to stay, she is the cutest thing ever! A Stabyhoun, originally from Friesland in the north of The Netherlands, this furry friend follows me everywhere I go and watches every move I make. Wolfie (her nickname) is sweet, smart and a little stubborn on occasion.
King’s Day in Amsterdam in April. Everyone is celebrating the birth of the king. Some parade on boats in the canals with music, beer and orange accessories or clothes (Orange is the national color here – the color of the Dutch royal family – unlike in Lebanon, where it represents a certain party, which I don’t particularly favor – not that I favor any other).
This is a great book: light, fun and pretty straight to the point. That was not a bookstore. For some reason, the shop owner decided to display random items / objects in the vitrine. Nothing made sense and he just did not give a f**k.
If Amsterdam was a season, it should definitely be Autumn. It constantly feels like you’re walking in a painting. This photo was taken in Vondelpark, a must visit for a stroll, a bike ride, a book read or just to sit on the grass and enjoy the silence (as long as it lasts; it’s pretty busy in summer)
Maastricht, what a beauty. It is one of my favorite cities in The Netherlands; old and picturesque. The red stones of Saint John’s cathedral make it unmissable.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… Around the Rijksmuseum, you can smell hot chocolate, sausages, pea soup, glühwein and maybe skate. Using a chair is not frowned upon; no one expects you to skate like the Dutch.
I was riding my bicycle that day and for the first time I saw that the lakes were frozen. Small ducks were actually walking on ice. Again, I took this photo in Vondelpark.
The first time I was at the gay pride in Amsterdam was by chance in 2008, during a trip around Europe. It was amazing to see how free people can be, to be able to express themselves so openly. I am all for “extreme” (as a friend called such an event) celebrations of love if only to counter hatred towards the gay community in so many parts of the world. May love always win!
Salzburg, twenty years later. This city holds a special place in my heart. It is where I spent a three-months holiday with my sisters, met many interesting people, made friends and put on a lot of weight (thanks to schnitzels and potato salads). Those were incredible times.
Amsterdam by night. Doesn’t it look magical? I was told that all these lamps on the many canals of the city used to be lit by hand back in the eighteenth century. A walk by night here is a must to discover this place under a different light.
Save the best for last: the Bekaa valley. It is a high plateau between Lebanon’s two mountain ranges that serves as the country’s primary agricultural district. It is definitely worthwhile to visit the various towns and villages in and around it, to have lunch at a winery and enjoy the view. This photo was taken from Tawlet Ammiq restaurant.

What’s on your autumn reading list?

Endless sunshine and warm summer weather don’t last forever here. Autumn has started and with temperatures below 13 degrees Celsius, grey skies, wind and rain, you’d better get creative and think about how you’re going to spend the coming months. You’ve done most of the museums and galleries. You have your Cineville cultural slash artsy cinema subscription. You went to the new cafés and bars and spent all your money. Netflix is getting a boring. 

What’s left to do? If, like me, you’ve started reading several books at the same time without finishing any, then this is the time to do it. Curl up on your nice comfy sofa, sit down in front of your window with a cup of tea or a glass of wine, and start reading. Some books are old, others more recent. 

Here goes:

The Nix, by Nathan Hill

A New York Times bestseller. A writer/teacher is confronted his mother after she abandoned her family when he was a boy. Now she is in trouble, needs his help, and the unexplained past comes tumbling back in unexpected ways.

The bazar of bad dreams, by Stephen King

A great collection of creepy stories that I stupidly started reading right before going to bed. King freaks me out every time he brings up evil children – which he loves doing.

The casual vacancy, by J.K. Rowling

A councillor cherished by the people of a small town suddenly dies. A conflict ensues before the election for his successor takes places and those running soon find themselves and those around them locked in conflict. A wonderfully intricate book about ordinary people and dark secrets, where every reader will find a character that makes them feel embarrassed when they realise: I do that, too.

Sodome et Gomorrhe, by Marcel Proust

My attempt to read this book has been a long journey. There are many characters involved in a fancy dinner party where it is revealed that the baron has many affairs, including with young men. Public façades among the bourgeoisie are compared with how the characters act in private. 

Dertiendagh, by Maria Postema and Maarten Bruns

A book written by a cool friend which I think will be great for my Dutch. It is the story of two kids exploring an ancient bunker. But mysteries start unfolding along the way.

Le second sex Tom I et II, by Simone De Beauvoir 

I bought these two books when the #metoo campaign started. I wanted to know more about feminism and how women were treated throughout history. Many examples and comparisons show that although women have come a long way, society still considers them as “the other”. I chose to read this book in French because I heard in different places that the English translation is not faithful to the original book.

Crime et châtiment, by Fiodor Dostoïevski

A story on the mental anguish and moral dilemmas of an impoverished ex-student in Saint Petersburg who formulates and executes a plan to kill an unscrupulous pawnbroker for her cash.

Nutshell, by Ian McEwan

This book is quite funny. It is about a fetus in the womb of his mother discovering that the latter is plotting a murder with her boyfriend. 

 صوت العالم لمخائيل نعيمة 

I bought this book in Pages bookstore Café, which is run by a group of Syrian refugees in Amsterdam. Mikhail Naimy talks about human suffering among civilians after the second world war. The author was a soldier in the American army.

Beirut 39: New writing from the Arab World, by Samuel Shimon

I found this book also in a small bookstore in Amsterdam. It includes 39 pieces by Arab writers under 40 which take you through individual lives that are specific to their locations.

Warriors of God, by Nicholas Blanford

I started reading this book a long time ago but have not finished it yet. It is fascinating to be able to know more about the most powerful militant group and political party Hezbollah, particularly for me as a Lebanese.

Ik was een van hen, by Maarten Zeegers

The writer goes “undercover” as a muslim in one of the neighborhoods of The Hague. He portrays inhabitants with empathy and gives insight in their day to day life and views on islam and on Dutch society. 

I speak for Lebanon, by Kamal Jumblatt

I borrowed this book and never returned it. It is a summary of Jumblatt’s political testament and memoirs which was completed shortly before he was assassinated.

Any other suggestions? Put them in the comments!

Autumn in Amsterdam

Summer drew its final breath in the Dutch capital. The sun sets earlier now, around 5:00 in the afternoon, and does not rise before 7:30 in the morning. Temperatures have dropped from above 20 degrees Celsius to below 10. There hasn’t been any sort of “smooth” transition between summer and autumn – which looks more like winter to me. Except that we were lucky for the last few days. This kept me wary about the coming months of January and February, when winter actually sets in with a vengeance from what I hear. Brrrrr! It’s going to be cold. You’ve got to understand that for a Mediterranean sun-worshipper like me, this is cause for considerable concern. I mean, people in my country are still hitting the beach in October. Rain doesn’t start falling before December.

However, now that I’m in Amsterdam, I have decided to embrace the weather. Testament to my vast amounts of courage is my solid decision to go out no matter what. But we will see how I feel when it drops below zero. The chilly, windy and wet autumn season reminded me of a Lebanese friend who stayed for a few years in The Netherlands. He had a tendency to spend his time indoors, probably huddled in blankets sneezing his way through the afternoon, whenever the weather was cold, dark and gloomy. So you know. A lot. 

Obviously this isn’t the case for the Dutchies; nothing can stop them from going out and riding their bicycles whether rain or wind or ice. So I did what everyone else does, “occasionally” took my bicycle instead of the tram, but without managing to hold an umbrella at the same time. I haven’t mastered that yet. Maybe global warming will turn Holland into a sun-lover’s paradise before I do that trick. Until then, I am enjoying the most beautiful of seasons.

**Autumn in Amsterdam is marked by golden colours, cosiness, good food and culture (i.e: Museum night).