Sights and Sounds: Turkey Redux

Roughly 30 hours after waking up and hopping onto the shuttle to Istanbul’s Ataturk airport, we pulled into Duluth. A delay (we sat on the plane in Paris for 2 1/2 hours before it ever left the ground) caused us to miss our connection in Detroit and ultimately added about 6 hours onto our final… Continue reading Sights and Sounds: Turkey Redux

Day Eleven: Hos├žakal Istanbul

We spent our last day in the country perfectly. No more museums. No shopping. No guide book. Instead, we hopped on the ferry to Kadakoy and then took the Metro to our friend Elaine’s house. She made us a gorgeous brunch and gave us laughs and insights galore. Spending time in conversation, remembering why we… Continue reading Day Eleven: Hos├žakal Istanbul

Day Ten: Return to Istanbul

This morning, we flew from Kayseri back to Istanbul and felt ourselves shift into the final leg of our trip. By early afternoon, we’d checked into our hotel. After a few minutes of gathering our wits and brushing our hairs, we headed out to visit a particularly wonderful little place called the Chora Church/Kariye Kilise… Continue reading Day Ten: Return to Istanbul

Day Nine: Tokat

It is perhaps a blessing that Kirsten was our Camera Woman today (it ended up being a shopping day, which means my hands got full of bags, and thus I couldn’t be bothered to drag out my camera every time a gorgeous covered woman looking vaguely melancholy walked by). Her camera snapped most of the… Continue reading Day Nine: Tokat

Day Eight: Amasya into Tokat

I’m sitting here, typing, and Allah-Allah, do my feet stink. It was a sweaty day wearing shoes that trapped the odors quite ably. You know what I could use, right?   Rather, I need a rousing round of this: The day started with some sweating, when Kirsten and I headed out for our respective runs.… Continue reading Day Eight: Amasya into Tokat

Day Seven: Hattusa and Amasya

I can get into the part of travel that involves standing in a museum and looking at pottery shards. I’m also pretty adept at reading plaques. I can really get into the part of travel that involves interacting with people–both old friends and new natives. We had the best time at our hotel this afternoon… Continue reading Day Seven: Hattusa and Amasya

Day Six: Leaving Cappadocia. Hittites, Brace Yourselves.

Nothing highlights what a picky eater I am more than a table full of 800 bowls, from which I eat two things. I do like honey. And cucumbers. And the red pepper paste on the frittata. All the other stuff? Right up Byron and Virginia’s alley. More accurately, “down their gullets.” Indeed, those two share… Continue reading Day Six: Leaving Cappadocia. Hittites, Brace Yourselves.

Day Five: Cappadocia

Someone had a very good morning. How could she not? Virginia and Kirsten loved their balloon ride, made even better by having gotten a discounted rate thanks to Laura’s clout and by the presence of a journalist in their basket celebrating her birthday. What better way to end a balloon ride than with a piece… Continue reading Day Five: Cappadocia