For anyone who has been reading this blog for any length of time, you know well my love affair with chai. It’s not easy to find a good chai latte in Beirut, whereas here in the States there is a coffee shop on every corner. So it might seem weird that I miss something that is easier to get here.
But there is something about “my chai.” The one that I literally spent years hunting for. There’s something really satisfying about finally having found it, about knowing it’s the only one in the city, as well as knowing it is a rare treat to actually have a chance to sit and drink it. Even rarer is the opportunity to sit and drink it by myself. Ahh, the life of a mom of littles. :)
So, to my chai, I miss you! Although probably not as much as you miss me, for I’m apparently the only person in Beirut who drinks you. :)