Be Our Guest

The first night in Lebanon I mentioned to my host mother, Mira, that I needed to find a place the next day to buy some shampoo and toothpaste. “Ok, no problem.” She said.

Host Family in LebanonThe next morning I woke up, opened my door and went down the hallway to the kitchen to find Mira. She wasn’t in the kitchen; instead she was at the front door where a man was delivering groceries to her. After greeting her with “good morning,” she handed me a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and toothpaste, saying “these are for you.”

I was a little stunned, as I hadn’t asked her to buy me these products – I just mentioned that I needed to buy them. But she wouldn’t take any money and insisted I take them. This was my first experience of what it was like to be a guest in Lebanon.

Guest culture is a very important piece of Lebanese culture and it took some getting used to as an American. Over the next month I learned that this also took on a traditional form of ‘volunteering’. Lebanese regularly help their relatives, friends, and neighbors without expectation of direct compensation, financial or otherwise. This provides them with a mutual aid network in which they do not necessarily reciprocate help to the person who helped them. Rather, the expectation is to reciprocate by helping others within their network.

Whether you call it traditional volunteering or hospitality, I was a constant recipient of it while in Lebanon – paying for very little. Around the house, little things that I needed were always provided for me. Once I saw an orange juice commercial on the television and commented that it looked good. The next day oranges were delivered for freshly squeezed orange juice. In fact – I had freshly squeezed orange juice every day until I left after I had mumbled my affection for the juice.

I quickly learned to be careful about what came out of my mouth. Especially after I complained about my wrinkles and Mira started to make me a Botox appointment.

But it didn’t stop at my host family’s home – it extended to everyone I met. One night I went out with Walid and a group of his friends where we ate and drank for hours. When the bill came at the end of the night, all the men picked up the tab and wouldn’t accept payment from me or any of the other women. That same night I met a friend of Walid’s, Safwan, who lives in Tripoli. After mentioning that I’d like to see the souks in Tripoli, he had invited to personally show me around.

In the US I would have smiled graciously and said OK, knowing that there was a 50-50 chance of it really happening. But I knew in Lebanon the invitation was real and I was expected to take him up on it. So the next week I hopped on a bus to Tripoli where Safwan and his driver were waiting to give me a tour of the city.

A Tour or Tripoli

After a time, Safwan had to go to work, but he left me in the care of his driver to continue showing me around the old souks and Citadel. He even took me to lunch, and to no surprise, would not let me pay. Even as we walked through the souks he would proceed to buy me things like a dessert or coffee. One thing that did surprise me, however, happened while we were walking through the shoe souks. I mentioned that I needed to purchase some shoe polish for my boots, and as soon as the words left my mouth and hung in the air like a cartoon text balloon, he walked into the shop and purchased shoe polish for me.

Finally, at the end of the day, Safwan bought my bus ticket back to Beirut and made sure I got on the right bus – bidding farewell to me, his guest.

The guest culture also showed up from people I didn’t even know. Mira’s neighbors would bring me traditional food dishes such as tabouleh, hummus or fattoush because they knew Mira didn’t do a lot of cooking, ensuring that I was able to taste everything Lebanon had to offer.

You may read this and think that Lebanon would be a great country to be a guest. However, all of this constant attention wasn’t easy for me to accept at times. As much as I love having a ‘mother’ and being basked in attention, at age 41, I wasn’t used to this much attention.

The Lebanese guest culture actually conflicts with my American culture in a way, and that’s what caused me grief. Americans certainly welcome guests, however we also have a desire to be fair and equal. Since I was the constant recipient of things and experiences in Lebanon, it was only natural that I wanted my chance to pay them back in some way; yet they wouldn’t let me, leaving me to feel a bit helpless. And I knew that I couldn’t simply wait until they came to visit me to repay the favor as the odds of any of my Lebanese friends visiting me are about .0001%.

Yola and Sherry

Only once was I allowed to ‘pick up’ a bill for someone. Yola lived in Canada for a few years and from that experience she knew that it was important to me to be allowed to pay once in a while. But she only let it happen once and the rest of the month she was buying me lunch, or making it and bringing it from home.

So I just had to accept that I was a part of this guest culture and mutual aid network, which was woven deeply into the Lebanese culture.

However, the question is – when is someone around long enough that you are no longer a guest? I never did find out the answer. All I know is a month wasn’t long enough to lose my ‘guest’ status.

Sherry was in Lebanon as part of Geovisions Conversation Partner Program. You can read more about her experiences in the Middle East through her Volunteer Chronicles.

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5 Comments on "Be Our Guest"

  1. Nicole @ WomanSeeksWorld on Wed, 23rd Mar 2011 7:31 am 

    What a lovely story – I always love hearing about the kindness of ‘strangers’ during peoples travels.

    I agree with you that it can be hard as a westerner to sometimes receive this kind of attention, but I believe it breeds generosity and giving, and if we can give back in some way then the world is definitely a better place!

  2. Ted on Wed, 23rd Mar 2011 6:27 pm 

    Maybe a way to give back is by doing exactly what you are doing: writing about your experiences and giving people insights into people and a culture that many never get a chance to experience first hand. Thanks for sharing!

  3. Rebekah on Wed, 23rd Mar 2011 9:20 pm 

    Ha ha ha Sherry! This story reminds me of a couple of my old boyfriends! I wanted a boyfriend- not a father/keeper, hence the relationships ended!!! It’s nice to be treated like a Princess once in a while- but it’s just plain uncomfortable and unbalanced when it’s on a daily (or hourly!) basis!

  4. Alonna on Sat, 26th Mar 2011 3:55 pm 

    Wow, what an interesting story and experience. Love it!

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