There are places that make you feel tiny and huge at the same time. Lebanon is one of those. Walking around, driving up and down the country, from Sur (Tyre) up to Baalbek, comfortably perched on a hill in the heart of the Bekaa Valley, tourists will never cease to be in awe gaping at the fabulous vestiges this tiny country boasts.
Many layers of majestic remains left by different civilizations shimmer seductively all around the country in its archaeological sites. From the Phoenicians, to the Greeks, to the Romans, Lebanon, a little like Sardinia, was invaded by everbody, and certainly its ruins, embellished by my friends’ running commentary, played a great role on the memories I have from this trip.
Being so many different cultures piled up on each other, I believe every Mediterranean country can identify itself in Lebanon, nobody is really a foreigner, there’s always something that will make you feel you’ve belonged here somehow, if not now, for sure in your past life.
If you wish to see more of the photos I took of Lebanon’s ancient ruins, head to the Flickr set I have devoted to it.