So while y’all watch the snow switch to rain and the red lights multiply on the roads as rush hour kicks in, I’ll not be feeling your pain on this side of the world. I’m kicking it back in the rooftop pool at my hotel, Almaza beer in hand, skyline of Beirut below. Nice eh?

Ya know what’s even better? Calling the office from my hotel room, and thanks to Skype, paying $.02 a minute to yell at my staff instead of $6/minute the hotel charges. Double nice.

Last but not least, this weekend, its beach time in Beirut. You have your ski bunnies and snowmen, I’ll take bikinis and beer + lime + ice in Lebanon anytime! Triple nice!

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Wayan Vota

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”