Bear with me friends, I'm doing my best.
I am constantly struck with the wish that I was just traveling here and not studying here. I think I imagined responsibility in coming to Turkey. An idea that life needed to move in a certain way and that the new parameters would dictate that change in me. Rather, there is sort of a life transplant. Here I am, boiled down to tendencies, habits, and whatever personality labels I can remember, living in a place. A place called Turkey. That is all.
I want a place where my money is no good.
I seem to have lost my moleskine. But I think I have emailed most of the important things to other people. With one glaring exception, but reading that one over the phone may have served enough purpose. Relevancy can change so suddenly with these kinds of things.
I have discovered to my dismay that apparently there is no fall in Turkey. I am crossing my fingers for a sudden, miraculous, and hopefully soon, shift to Winter.
There is a little neighborhood home cooking restaurant that my landlady introduced me to here in Moda. We ate dolma. Grape leaves, wrapped around rices and spices, slow cooked, served with yogurt and spices. Lots of things are served with yogurt here. And they put mayo on baked potatoes. Still getting used to it, but the dolma was damn near perfect. We went again and met an older turkish couple. She works as a teacher, he sleeps and drinks rakı. I think he is the best.
He said that the Duke basketball team is the best.
Others are good, but Duke is the best.
I sweat a lot.
I took some pictures.
There will be some more on facebook.
Don't worry friends. I will try and scrounge up some substance to put here.
Hope you all are well.
