After an easy flight to NYC, followed by a long-but-okay (despite the screening of MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: GHOST PROTOCOL, which seemed to last forever) flight to Istanbul,
I actually, so far, don’t feel one way or another about being back. Another way to put this is that it feels like we never left. And when you’re in a place you never left, well, that just feels like home.
Yet, hmmmm, it does feel like we’ve traveled and are doing “a thing,” so I guess the upshot is that I don’t know how I feel. Since I’ve had 3 hours of sleep in the last two days, the first order of business is to get some sleep. I’m pretty sure rest = normal emotional functioning.
I shall be pictoral, therefore, but word-brief.
I mean, you know, word-brief for me.
Here’s an overview of our first day in Istanbul:
The bed in our Istanbul hotel, a city that takes its sights and sounds very seriously. And loudly.
We didn’t have any problems with overly aggressive shoe-shiners in Cairo. Most of the gee-gaw hawkers at the tourist sites left you alone after 1 or 2 nos. One thing – if you take anyone’s picture, they expect to get paid. – but a couple of pounds (@50 cents when we were there last year) took care of it.
Keep enjoying yourself, Lovey.- an “Crew.”
Wish I had been the one to embroider the table runner used as a shawl in the last picture. So nice.
If Byron wore sandals, perhaps he could forego shoeshine aggressors…..
Mmmmm, yarn. And yurts, too! I’m a knitter, not a weaver, but those were some yummy colors, and that museum/mosque/everything looks so marvelous! Hope you’re having a fabulous time, despite the lack of sleep. I imagine you will start to feel like you’re caught up the day before you leave and have to change time zones again.