I like what travel does. I am getting ready to fly home, and I am ready to go, but I have the buzzing of my own mispronounced Turkish words in my thoughts. I like that all of my clothes smell funny, like red pepper and car exhaust with a slight undertone of cat pee. I…

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Today, my friend Aurelien turned 34. We made him oreos for breakfast. Although this might not sound so good to you, he is a man who can eat oreos before 10 am, and I really respect him for that. I brought shortening from the states in preparation for his sacred cookies, and Lissa and I…

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I keep reading about how all of the minarets of Istanbul help to direct one’s gaze towards heaven. As spectacular as I find the architecture higher up, I just can’t help myself from looking down. I have never walked on anything like the ground in Istanbul.

It is so late, I must admit that it is no longer Saturday over here. But I can’t go to sleep without just telling you a little bit about today’s theme. Come to think of it, I might just need to show you. I’m too bleary for words. And I’m too full. This is where…

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This morning, Lissa suggested that instead of getting lost all day, perhaps we should choose a new theme for the day. “Let’s look at the beauty of things today. That will be our theme.” It was appropriate, I think. A theme to which I was happy to commit. We didn’t get lost once. In fact,…

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