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see you soon!
11.27.2010
11.25.2010
and a happy day to you
they started with eels, and tradition as of late dictates a celebration revolving around turkey.
today, we ate duck.
today, we ate duck.
11.23.2010
exit through the gift shop
graffiti + art = potentially amazing public displays of affection.
not saying that the above is fully anything to write home about but i didn't see much street noise in turkey. it was pretty clean. it really makes me wish i knew more people who vandalized things for a good cause, but the only person i know who spray painted a nice orange fish underneath a bridge got arrested. now she's stuck doing community service, sometimes in the form of fund-raising at christian call centers. man alive.
not saying that the above is fully anything to write home about but i didn't see much street noise in turkey. it was pretty clean. it really makes me wish i knew more people who vandalized things for a good cause, but the only person i know who spray painted a nice orange fish underneath a bridge got arrested. now she's stuck doing community service, sometimes in the form of fund-raising at christian call centers. man alive.
11.22.2010
11.21.2010
a lil' schniblet for you
hagia sophia. aya sofya. sancta sophia. my very talented friend gabrielle uses aya sofia as a muse for her lovely paintings--and p.s. gabby i want one!
once a basilica turned mosque now museum, it is currently undergoing a huge renovation to restore the covered saints of the christian days. the ottomans plastered over everything, but the intersection of the two religions coming together in one place in its current state is striking.
once a basilica turned mosque now museum, it is currently undergoing a huge renovation to restore the covered saints of the christian days. the ottomans plastered over everything, but the intersection of the two religions coming together in one place in its current state is striking.
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| (notice a recently uncovered full face face on the left and a nondescript figure on the right) |
11.18.2010
excess
tea and kitties.
sounds cute, doesn't it?
except for the fact that a) my bladder control is horrid and b) i can't stand/am mildly allergic to cats.
now, i love a warm cup of tea. i really do. but turkish people drink every chance they get. and it was hard to pass on a humble offer of turkish tea because sometimes i found myself alone in some lady's cave home who was trying to sell me overpriced crafts, and if i was going to give her money for something, she would have to settle for a small "donation" for the drink. or in a rug repair studio where it just wasn't cordial to say no if nobody else was there to buffer it with a yes. so i was really polite and just stayed relatively dehydrated besides the tea. (i know, rachel, i know) but because we were always doing something and who knew when i would be able to find the next bathroom, not to mention taking into account each trip to the squatter cost upwards of fifty cents, i had to do what was best at the time.
and then! i have never seen so many cats loose on the streets as in istanbul. i mean, they were everywhere. and i was always thinking, ugh. disgusting. can't they get these things neutered or something? but i guess they don't believe in making those sorts of life-altering decisions for animals, so they just let them run completely rampant around the city, letting them sleep and crawl where and when they please.
it surely would have been paradise for my cat-obsessed friends, and ironically, it made me really happy to imagine that if you all were there, in the midst of my eyes rolling you would have lovingly been ooohing and aaahhing and thinking they were oh. so. adorable.
sounds cute, doesn't it?
except for the fact that a) my bladder control is horrid and b) i can't stand/am mildly allergic to cats.
now, i love a warm cup of tea. i really do. but turkish people drink every chance they get. and it was hard to pass on a humble offer of turkish tea because sometimes i found myself alone in some lady's cave home who was trying to sell me overpriced crafts, and if i was going to give her money for something, she would have to settle for a small "donation" for the drink. or in a rug repair studio where it just wasn't cordial to say no if nobody else was there to buffer it with a yes. so i was really polite and just stayed relatively dehydrated besides the tea. (i know, rachel, i know) but because we were always doing something and who knew when i would be able to find the next bathroom, not to mention taking into account each trip to the squatter cost upwards of fifty cents, i had to do what was best at the time.
and then! i have never seen so many cats loose on the streets as in istanbul. i mean, they were everywhere. and i was always thinking, ugh. disgusting. can't they get these things neutered or something? but i guess they don't believe in making those sorts of life-altering decisions for animals, so they just let them run completely rampant around the city, letting them sleep and crawl where and when they please.
it surely would have been paradise for my cat-obsessed friends, and ironically, it made me really happy to imagine that if you all were there, in the midst of my eyes rolling you would have lovingly been ooohing and aaahhing and thinking they were oh. so. adorable.
11.17.2010
blues in istanbul
i've climbed out of my hibernation hole and am starting to post pictures from my trips again. i never did finish prague but i was there for a month and the organization process is going pretty slow. i've landed in the mountains of costa rica now and find there's plenty of time after dusk to catch up.
so. turkey. i'm referring to the country, not the impending holiday feast. for two weeks at the beginning of october my mom and i romped around turkey with a tour group. ahh yes...a tour.
-noun
1. a large herd of cane-wielding retirees hobbling after a guide toting an umbrella traveling place to place via charter bus.
no, no, no, we were a cozy crew of 13: a turkish tour guide, two australians, two canadian couples, three americans and one british schizophrenic named william. needless to say, everyone was dynamic and lively and just so wonderful. one night they even paid me 40YTL to jump into the hotel pool (thanks ron!), so they pretty much had my love right off the bat.
we began in istanbul.
more stories and photos to come (i promise this time!), but for now i think i hear a rattlesnake a shakin' outside and it's begging me to leave this room. ciao
so. turkey. i'm referring to the country, not the impending holiday feast. for two weeks at the beginning of october my mom and i romped around turkey with a tour group. ahh yes...a tour.
-noun
1. a large herd of cane-wielding retirees hobbling after a guide toting an umbrella traveling place to place via charter bus.
no, no, no, we were a cozy crew of 13: a turkish tour guide, two australians, two canadian couples, three americans and one british schizophrenic named william. needless to say, everyone was dynamic and lively and just so wonderful. one night they even paid me 40YTL to jump into the hotel pool (thanks ron!), so they pretty much had my love right off the bat.
we began in istanbul.
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| the blue mosque circa 1616. unfortunately my lens wasn't wide enough to capture the full scope of this one but wikipedia has a lovely one here. |
more stories and photos to come (i promise this time!), but for now i think i hear a rattlesnake a shakin' outside and it's begging me to leave this room. ciao
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