During our childhood, our family loved spending the summer in our hometown of Beiteddine, a place where three brothers like us, had mountains to hike, rivers to swim in and Cedar forests to explore. Whenever we would venture far and wide, our mother Colette’s voice “Charbel, Karim, Jad! Weynkoun” would bring us back home for a glass of lemonade or blueberry syrup under the vines. We might have, sadly, lost our mom since then; but her name still echoes the mountains of Beiteddine with “Beit Colette” an homage to our mother, our hometown and the mountains we all loved. Beit Colette was the culmination of our dream of a traditional guesthouse where we spend our summers with family, friends and now you!