I just had the best week of my life, and it was all thanks to Scott, who took me on a romantic getaway to Lebanon.
The last time I spoke about
Scott, I mentioned that he and his wife were divorcing. They're still in the
middle of planning everything - from what I've heard, she's trying to get her
hands on as much of his assets as possible, so that's a bit bleak. Scott was so
depressed by these things (also the weather has been super horrible lately),
that he decided he wanted to take a week's vacation somewhere tropical, and
decided to take his favorite sexy Beirut Escort, I mean.
To be honest, before we made this
trip, I did not know much about Lebanon, except that it is in Indonesia, which
is on the other side of the world. I checked the weather forecast and it was
supposed to be 30 degrees, so I left all my clothes thicker at home, and packed
tons of light dresses, caftans and bikinis.
So our flight to Lebanon lasted
about 17 hours, and it goes without saying that the trip did not have a great
start. Like everyone else, I hate long-haul flights, but Scott felt
particularly risky, and I wanted to do it in the bathrooms. Normally I feel
like it (there's nothing as exciting as a tumble in the air), but this time I
did not really feel it, because the toilet stank of vomit. I mean, I do not
know about you, but that's definitely not one of my exciting ones.
I do not know if Scott had his
nose covered (I know he has allergies) or if he played dumb, but he insisted that
he could not smell it, so he had to grit his teeth and move on. Fortunately,
the rest of the flight passed without incident, and after a short stop in Beirut,
we finally landed in Lebanon.
As soon as we landed at the
airport, Scott changed his shoes for sandals. When he left the airport for the
first time, the warm sun enveloped us, and that feeling was absolute joy.
Our accommodation was also
fantastic. Scott booked an entire villa for us, and it came complete with
housekeeper and cook. My God, that week we were spoiled fools. If we fancied a
snack in the afternoon, all we had to do was send a text message to our cook
(we could not scream, because the villa is that big) and she prepared something
delicious for us.
We spent our time enjoying the
infinity pool, working on our tans, and of course, having sex in the huge bed
in our bedroom. It was very romantic, because our bedroom was made of glass
walls, and you could see the sunrise and sunset from the bed.
Sometimes we also went to the
beach, and Scott usually is not the adventurous type, so I was very surprised
when he said he wanted to learn surfing. There are tons of instructors with
their surfboards scattered all over the coast, so he approached one of them and
paid for a two-hour session. He did quite well, actually - obviously he could
not pick up as fast as to ride the wave in two hours, but he managed to stand
on his board for a few seconds while he was in the water.
After those two hours, I was
tired and came to sit with me in the shade. He had a beer, and I was drinking
from my coconut while two local ladies were braiding my hair and putting beads.
I remember feeling so incredibly happy with life and so incredibly happy. I was
just trying to figure out how much it would cost me to actually move to Lebanon
- we had seen a couple of house ads for sale on a billboard in the city, and
they had to have a demand for chaperones around here too, right?
So I felt very depressed when it
came time to go back to London (we almost lost our flight, actually, because I
persuaded Scott to take a last dip in the pool before leaving). Back to the
gloomy skies and a ruthless pace of life. Lebanon, I'll be back!