I just spend two nights at the condo on Büyükada, so I'm feeling rather rejuvenated.
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I will spare the unhappy details of my parents visit (which I fear may be the only legacy retrievable in the future) and only say that the time I spent relaxing with them in their hotel room was one of the most comforting feelings I've had since arriving here. It left me soothed, yet eager to return to my home in America (for a brief stay, of course).
As I find myself reaching month 5 of my new adventure, nearly halfway through my tentative year-long contract, I realize that I have found a more settled, comfortable manner of life. I'm not comparing to my life stateside, but to the various styles I have tried since arriving here late last October. I'm at peace with the life I live, the company I keep, the ways in which I spend my work time and my free time.
So forgive me, but this post isn't going to be filled with new tales of LIFE IN THE BUL. Instead, I'm going to preview something thats been rolling around in my mind for awhile, and I think you should take the time to do as well: A self-defining list.... Not of things I'd like to accomplish in this life (although I have one of those as well), but one of the things I'm grateful for, the things that make me happy. I find this simple exercise can help me rediscover that which felt lost and allows me to refocus and recommit myself to the wonderful things/people I am surrounded by. You might see some of the things on this list as trivial or uninspiring, and thats your judgment to make. Which is the very reason I invite you to try it and be surprised at how many seemingly small/mundane things can actually bring you joy.
1. The first rush of hot water over my body in the shower... making every single tiny hair stand on end.
2. Accidental beauty.
3. Public transportation.
4. The perfect combination of music, rain, and deep thought that can bring about new levels of awareness while riding said public transportation.
5. Finding the right words.
6. Red-orange sunsets disappearing behind a horizon of blue water.
7. Properly functioning hands (written after my hands were chilled to the bone and unable to successfully hold a pencil to make this list).
8. Finding comfort in a place that once made me uneasy.
9. A truly restful sleep.
10. Being told the truth, and accepting it wholly even when its something I don't want to hear.
11. Accepting other people's decisions.
12. Unexpected kisses.
13. The anticipation of a kiss.
14. Really good tea.
15. The look in someone's eyes (anyone) when they say "I love you" and completely mean it.
16. The complexities of human interaction.
17. Remembering things once forgotten.
18. Having faith in something or someone other than myself.
19. Having faith in myself.
20. Loved ones having faith in me.
21. Ali Mete... most of the time :) :)
22. wake & bake.
23. Having a single place, other than my home, where I can "let my hair down".
24. Non-traditional ideas, places, people, things.
25. Movies. Getting lost in them.
26. Family time.
27. Having the luxury of freedom and independence.
28. Knowing what makes other people happy.
29. People and their differing perspectives.
30. Various sized bodies of water and the serenity they bring.
31. Sunglasses.
32. Appreciate and acceptance - personally and globally.
33. Family histories. Family photos.
34. Mealtime conversation full of laughter, memories, and reflections.
35. Learning.
36. ride-or-die.
37. Whispered secrets.
38. New socks.
39. Coloring.
40. When the sky looks like it does at the beginning of The Simpsons.
41. No dirty laundry.
42. A clean house.
43. A cold beer.
44. The curious things people do when they think nobody is watching.
45. Feeling inspired by reeeally simple things.
46. Smeared pencil.
47. Sharing in other people's talents and passions: writing, speaking, painting, cooking, composing, playing, listening....
48. Heartfelt passion and adoration.
49. Good pizza.
50. Your courage, coming in many forms: leaving a relationship, starting a new one, working to maintain love... moving in search of something more - whether its to a new city, state, country, or just a new apartment... dealing with employment in this shaken global economy - starting a new job, losing one and beginning the search for another... gracefully saying goodbye to a loved one... traveling somewhere intimidating... furthering your education/career - continuining studies, internships, overtime for that promotion, new business endeavors... refusing to quit even when it seems you're out of options, quitting when you know its best for you... breaking through the barriers of your circumstances... allowing yourself to be selfish... allowing yourself to love and be loved...
The last one is clearly the most personal to me. Every day I am in awe of the amazing things you all accomplish and I hope you know that even though I'm 5,000 miles away - and in some cases, right down the street - I promise I'm paying attention. I admire you. I respect you. I'm inspired by you. I'm where I am today because of you, your belief in me, and your help for me to believe in myself.
I am completely and totally aware of the wonderful things in my life, and I can only hope you are aware of the same in your life too.
17.3.09
21.2.09
gittikçe şişmanlıyorsun
"You are gradually growing fat." A direct excerpt from my Turkish study book. haha
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My parents will be here in 8 days and I'm not sure I've ever been so excited about anything in my life... ever everrr.
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Andrea and I went to Rumelihisarı last Monday.... Definitely the best 3tl I've ever spent. For some reason, she and I were both completely enchanted by the old fortress. We joked about playing pretend and feeling like we were in The Secret Garden (I use the word "joked" loosely because I'm pretty sure if either of us has costumes at that moment an adult-imaginary-play session involving some life-threatening scenario in which one or both of us had to escape from our prison tower would have happened).
My pictures are a little dark because the weather here is completely unpredictable. During our hour and a half adventure, we experienced bright warm sunshine, ominous haze, gentle rain, and a rain/snow combination (which Andrea will say was just snow, but there was absolutely rain at the same time --- a very common occurrence here). I don't mind it though, because later that night, 15 minutes after I vocalized my deep desire for heavy snow, the sky opened up and painted Istanbul white.... foooor about 30 minutes.
[The second bridge to the Asian side, taken from the Rumelihisari bus stop.]
[Cafes outside Rumelihisari... the tower in the background is the fortress.]
[Me, my favorite coat, my favorite boots, the Bosphorus, and the second bridge.]
[Andy and I were completely crrreeped out by the strange green color of the water that day. This looks almost scary... and I love it.]
[Inside the fortress. This picture was taken 2 minutes after the last one and the sky looks completely different.]
I have more pictures from the fortress on facebook and myspace and I'll put an album on webshots soon.
A few other pictures from my normal life:
[I tried unsuccessfully to take a picture of the heavy snow. This is the Greek Orthodox church in my neighborhood as seen from Fresh's living room window. ---- I'm not sure I've talked about Fresh on my blog yet so here's a little introduction: He's currently one of my favorite friends, if not my actual favorite person, in Istanbul - Probably because he's the most decent and real individual I've met here: honest and interesting, a much appreciated and quite rare combination. His real name is Burak, but most people refer to him by his dj name "DJ Fresh" or just Fresh. I spend a few nights a week at his house watching great movies and laughing about random shit.]
[Timba, Fresh's cat. Don't be fooled by how sweet he looks, he is a deadly killing machine. And I love him.]
[Fresh & Timba]
[Kate & Andy. This was our last coffee date together, hours before Andy boarded her plane to the US. Kate took her place in Ece and Ege's life as the new "big sister". Mixed emotions: I miss you ANDY. But I am pretty excited to find Kate a Turkish boyfriend. -- In the last week I have gone back to my pre-Turkey mentality a few of you might remember.... you know, my whole "I quit dating forever" thing. I can already hear your disbelief. Things are a little different this time though: I'm not bitter like I was before. I'm just bored and have been shown through multiple situations with multiple people that I need a break from this serial dating experience. But since I have absolutely no desire or motivation to date anyone at all, I will make her my little protege. Kate, be ready. :) :) ]
[Last Steph & Andy pictureeee, for now!]
[My Turkish brothers and sister.]
Dilara is going to Thailand this week so it should be pretty interesting seeing how Ali Mete handles life without his mom. Did I mention that my parents will be here a week from tomorrow? Holy holy holy crap.
I miss you all more than I can express.
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My parents will be here in 8 days and I'm not sure I've ever been so excited about anything in my life... ever everrr.
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Andrea and I went to Rumelihisarı last Monday.... Definitely the best 3tl I've ever spent. For some reason, she and I were both completely enchanted by the old fortress. We joked about playing pretend and feeling like we were in The Secret Garden (I use the word "joked" loosely because I'm pretty sure if either of us has costumes at that moment an adult-imaginary-play session involving some life-threatening scenario in which one or both of us had to escape from our prison tower would have happened).
My pictures are a little dark because the weather here is completely unpredictable. During our hour and a half adventure, we experienced bright warm sunshine, ominous haze, gentle rain, and a rain/snow combination (which Andrea will say was just snow, but there was absolutely rain at the same time --- a very common occurrence here). I don't mind it though, because later that night, 15 minutes after I vocalized my deep desire for heavy snow, the sky opened up and painted Istanbul white.... foooor about 30 minutes.
[The second bridge to the Asian side, taken from the Rumelihisari bus stop.]
[Cafes outside Rumelihisari... the tower in the background is the fortress.]
[Me, my favorite coat, my favorite boots, the Bosphorus, and the second bridge.]
[Andy and I were completely crrreeped out by the strange green color of the water that day. This looks almost scary... and I love it.]
[Inside the fortress. This picture was taken 2 minutes after the last one and the sky looks completely different.]
I have more pictures from the fortress on facebook and myspace and I'll put an album on webshots soon.
A few other pictures from my normal life:
[I tried unsuccessfully to take a picture of the heavy snow. This is the Greek Orthodox church in my neighborhood as seen from Fresh's living room window. ---- I'm not sure I've talked about Fresh on my blog yet so here's a little introduction: He's currently one of my favorite friends, if not my actual favorite person, in Istanbul - Probably because he's the most decent and real individual I've met here: honest and interesting, a much appreciated and quite rare combination. His real name is Burak, but most people refer to him by his dj name "DJ Fresh" or just Fresh. I spend a few nights a week at his house watching great movies and laughing about random shit.]
[Timba, Fresh's cat. Don't be fooled by how sweet he looks, he is a deadly killing machine. And I love him.]
[Fresh & Timba]
[Kate & Andy. This was our last coffee date together, hours before Andy boarded her plane to the US. Kate took her place in Ece and Ege's life as the new "big sister". Mixed emotions: I miss you ANDY. But I am pretty excited to find Kate a Turkish boyfriend. -- In the last week I have gone back to my pre-Turkey mentality a few of you might remember.... you know, my whole "I quit dating forever" thing. I can already hear your disbelief. Things are a little different this time though: I'm not bitter like I was before. I'm just bored and have been shown through multiple situations with multiple people that I need a break from this serial dating experience. But since I have absolutely no desire or motivation to date anyone at all, I will make her my little protege. Kate, be ready. :) :) ]
[Last Steph & Andy pictureeee, for now!]
[My Turkish brothers and sister.]
Dilara is going to Thailand this week so it should be pretty interesting seeing how Ali Mete handles life without his mom. Did I mention that my parents will be here a week from tomorrow? Holy holy holy crap.
I miss you all more than I can express.
5.2.09
everything in moderation
Things are normal here. I seem to have finally found a comfortable groove and pace for my life. A balance for family, work, friends, boys, parties... everything. I'm settled and enjoying myself. Interestingly, I think I view my life here in a different context than anyone else fully comprehends. I don't really see this as temporary. I live here. When I first thought about moving and until just recently since I arrived, I saw this as a little adventure with a timeline. My general idea was that I'll do this until next October then come home and "restart" my life. Now that I'm here, I see that this is my life.... which is why its difficult for me to maintain this blog. I didn't feel the need to update everyone when I lived in America and since my life here seems normal and, for lack of a better word, "right"... its hard for me to remember how others view this experience.
Anyway. Yesterday was the third day since I've been here where I wished wholeheartedly that I was back in America (the first was for my mom and the second was inauguration day). It was the first real experience where the vast distance created by an ocean made me feel more helpless that I could have ever imagined. My best friend from childhood, Kalah, told me that her dad died of a heart attack. I know that I wouldn't have been able to make it any better had I been in Ohio/Indiana with her, but the awareness that I physically could not was gut-wrenching. Given the major losses I(we) have experienced in the past 5 years, I, at this point in my life, am, frankly, over it and, therefore, don't handle death very well. Luckily, my family was incredibly understanding and let me be alone for most of the day. And Andrea came over last night, bringing wine and comfort food... she even endured the rather late night spontaneous "chill/cheer-steph-up" session at Fresh's house because she knew I needed it. So I want to extend my deepest thanks to my Istanbul loves for being my family and helping me get through a difficult day. I am truly grateful to know that I am surrounded by such wonderful people.
To Kalah: I love you so much and I wish more than anything I could be there with you. I've always loved your parents - You will all always have a very special place in my heart. Just know that my head and my heart are with you right now.
RIP Jay DeLashmit
I hate that sometimes it take a horrible tragedy to give your life a little perspective.
Anyway. Yesterday was the third day since I've been here where I wished wholeheartedly that I was back in America (the first was for my mom and the second was inauguration day). It was the first real experience where the vast distance created by an ocean made me feel more helpless that I could have ever imagined. My best friend from childhood, Kalah, told me that her dad died of a heart attack. I know that I wouldn't have been able to make it any better had I been in Ohio/Indiana with her, but the awareness that I physically could not was gut-wrenching. Given the major losses I(we) have experienced in the past 5 years, I, at this point in my life, am, frankly, over it and, therefore, don't handle death very well. Luckily, my family was incredibly understanding and let me be alone for most of the day. And Andrea came over last night, bringing wine and comfort food... she even endured the rather late night spontaneous "chill/cheer-steph-up" session at Fresh's house because she knew I needed it. So I want to extend my deepest thanks to my Istanbul loves for being my family and helping me get through a difficult day. I am truly grateful to know that I am surrounded by such wonderful people.
To Kalah: I love you so much and I wish more than anything I could be there with you. I've always loved your parents - You will all always have a very special place in my heart. Just know that my head and my heart are with you right now.
RIP Jay DeLashmit
I hate that sometimes it take a horrible tragedy to give your life a little perspective.
22.1.09
i know, i know.
The best time to update loved ones on your life probably isn't in the midst of a bad week, but I'll go ahead and attempt it anyway. Its been over a month so I'll hit the highlights:
1. Christmas in Istanbul
I was worried prior to December 25th that I would wake up feeling super homesick, wanting nothing more than to snatch presents from under my parent's tree and frantically rip off the paper as I had for the past 22 years. But, to my relief, it mostly just felt like Thursday. The anticipation of Christmas was much worse. Anyway, I spent the day with Ali Mete and Dilara at a little gathering hosted by a really interesting Australian woman Dilara knows.
2. New Years
Aside from Alex and his family arriving on the 31st, absolutely nothing happened. I was asleep by 11:30. I sincerely hope you rang in the new year in a more exciting way.
3. Alex & Family
My first visitors to Istanbul and it could not have been any better. We did the standard sightseeing; I attempted to teach them the little Turkish I know (Sarah tried, Alex gave up after misprouncing the first time). Todd and Abby really loved Ali Mete, making it much easier to bring him along. They sort of took it upon themselves to be responsible for his general happiness and well-being. On Sunday night after I finished work, I took the train downtown to their hotel and stayed for 2 nights. We spent Monday night looking at dumb things on the internet, drinking, talking, and eating Dominoes pizza. (I fully cherish the moments in my current life that are so similar to those in my previous life that you almost can't tell the difference between the two.) All in all, they were here for a week and I would have loved nothing more than for their temporary stay to be a permanent change of address.
4. Barselona, İspanya
For the record, I know its normally spelled with a "c". However, in Turkish "c" makes a "j" sound sooooo this is the correct spelling. While I'm on the subject of the Turkish language, I should mention that my gradual learning has completely replaced any Spanish I have known since 8th grade. Except for my favorite sentence (Qual es la fecha de tu cumpleanos?), very little remains. And even though I would love to try this sometime, its not very practical to walk around only asking people their birthdate.
Anyway, I took the 3 hour flight from Istanbul to Barcelona and proceeded to tackle my friend John (from Mason) at the airport. We dropped our things at the hostel, located off La Rambla (the main little touristy stretch), and immediately began exploring. Prior to visiting, I didn't attempt to plan anything. Nothing. I left it to John... not because I was being lazy, but because thats not really my style of traveling. I'll give you the condensed version of our trip - pictures are already on myspace, some on facebook, and I'll post the rest on my picture site soon -
- Street "performers"... aka people dressed in ridiculous costumes made to look like statues. They didn't move, ever. It mostly just creeped me out.
- Rented bicycles allowed us to explore the city in style. Definitely my favorite part of the trip.
- Crazy graffiti everywhere. Almost every closed door was a canvas for street art. Some of it was pretty good -- I'm a graffiti snob since my friends here are too great for words.
- I have never seen so many dreadlocks in a 4day span. No joke.
- Paella and sangria.
- Head shops galore.
- Attacking birds on bikes, accompanied by this psycho little boy who we could not actually communicate with.
- Giant, anatomically correct, brass cat statue.
- And we saw some touristy stuff too.
*John, if I'm leaving out anything worth mentioning... feel free. haha
5. John in the bul
After our 4ish days in Barselona, John came to Istanbul for 3 days. Again, I took him around to some touristy things, but the weather was so bad here that some stuff didnt seem very practical. And its much more difficult to bring along a 2 year old when he doesn't have a companion. We ate good food, he got his shoes shined by a crazy person, we discovered that pringles can be eaten with salsa, and John got to experience a very mild version of what its like to party here. Some friends DJ and were opening a new hip-hop club, Complex, so we went. It was emmmmmpty but I still had fun. We arrived back in time for John to grab his bag and catch a taxi to the airport.
6. Boys
I want to dispel circulating rumors: No, I don't have a boyfriend. I have been seeing some guys off and on, but I think I'm down to just one now and pretty happy about it. But its not a serious thing and, no, I don't really want to elaborate (haha). Generally speaking, I like Turkish guys. But I'm over the back and forth game. According to Dilara and Ahmet, I've just been meeting the wrong types of guys. So maybe one day I'll actually let them introduce me to some more intelligent, interesting men. But, for now, I'm content with what I originally had said before moving here: No boys, thanks.
*I will say though, my interaction with guys has greatly improved my Turkish. I guess now I'll have to resort to normal methods of learning a language.
7. Friends
Beste is my sister, no question. She's introduced me to the majority of people I know here and I love her for it. Both of my American friends, D and Andrea, are permanently leaving Istanbul within the next month. So, I'm in the market for new Americans. Its not that I only want American friends, but there are some jokes that just don't translate ("thats what she said" for example).
8. Other random things
I haven't seen tortilla chips anywhere since I got here and that might be the most depressing thing about being away from America. Laundry is absolutely never ever finished when you have a 2 year old. I wish I was at home for the inauguration - it must have been a really incredible experience. Jerry Springer is among the many, many American television programs shown here. (I don't watch tv, but I've heard about it) I miss tv. My parents are coming to visit in March. Sam+Tam are coming in May. I'm already counting down to both. I recognize that I've been bad at keeping in touch. Hopefully my life will get back to normal now.
I miss you all.
1. Christmas in Istanbul
I was worried prior to December 25th that I would wake up feeling super homesick, wanting nothing more than to snatch presents from under my parent's tree and frantically rip off the paper as I had for the past 22 years. But, to my relief, it mostly just felt like Thursday. The anticipation of Christmas was much worse. Anyway, I spent the day with Ali Mete and Dilara at a little gathering hosted by a really interesting Australian woman Dilara knows.
2. New Years
Aside from Alex and his family arriving on the 31st, absolutely nothing happened. I was asleep by 11:30. I sincerely hope you rang in the new year in a more exciting way.
3. Alex & Family
My first visitors to Istanbul and it could not have been any better. We did the standard sightseeing; I attempted to teach them the little Turkish I know (Sarah tried, Alex gave up after misprouncing the first time). Todd and Abby really loved Ali Mete, making it much easier to bring him along. They sort of took it upon themselves to be responsible for his general happiness and well-being. On Sunday night after I finished work, I took the train downtown to their hotel and stayed for 2 nights. We spent Monday night looking at dumb things on the internet, drinking, talking, and eating Dominoes pizza. (I fully cherish the moments in my current life that are so similar to those in my previous life that you almost can't tell the difference between the two.) All in all, they were here for a week and I would have loved nothing more than for their temporary stay to be a permanent change of address.
4. Barselona, İspanya
For the record, I know its normally spelled with a "c". However, in Turkish "c" makes a "j" sound sooooo this is the correct spelling. While I'm on the subject of the Turkish language, I should mention that my gradual learning has completely replaced any Spanish I have known since 8th grade. Except for my favorite sentence (Qual es la fecha de tu cumpleanos?), very little remains. And even though I would love to try this sometime, its not very practical to walk around only asking people their birthdate.
Anyway, I took the 3 hour flight from Istanbul to Barcelona and proceeded to tackle my friend John (from Mason) at the airport. We dropped our things at the hostel, located off La Rambla (the main little touristy stretch), and immediately began exploring. Prior to visiting, I didn't attempt to plan anything. Nothing. I left it to John... not because I was being lazy, but because thats not really my style of traveling. I'll give you the condensed version of our trip - pictures are already on myspace, some on facebook, and I'll post the rest on my picture site soon -
- Street "performers"... aka people dressed in ridiculous costumes made to look like statues. They didn't move, ever. It mostly just creeped me out.
- Rented bicycles allowed us to explore the city in style. Definitely my favorite part of the trip.
- Crazy graffiti everywhere. Almost every closed door was a canvas for street art. Some of it was pretty good -- I'm a graffiti snob since my friends here are too great for words.
- I have never seen so many dreadlocks in a 4day span. No joke.
- Paella and sangria.
- Head shops galore.
- Attacking birds on bikes, accompanied by this psycho little boy who we could not actually communicate with.
- Giant, anatomically correct, brass cat statue.
- And we saw some touristy stuff too.
*John, if I'm leaving out anything worth mentioning... feel free. haha
5. John in the bul
After our 4ish days in Barselona, John came to Istanbul for 3 days. Again, I took him around to some touristy things, but the weather was so bad here that some stuff didnt seem very practical. And its much more difficult to bring along a 2 year old when he doesn't have a companion. We ate good food, he got his shoes shined by a crazy person, we discovered that pringles can be eaten with salsa, and John got to experience a very mild version of what its like to party here. Some friends DJ and were opening a new hip-hop club, Complex, so we went. It was emmmmmpty but I still had fun. We arrived back in time for John to grab his bag and catch a taxi to the airport.
6. Boys
I want to dispel circulating rumors: No, I don't have a boyfriend. I have been seeing some guys off and on, but I think I'm down to just one now and pretty happy about it. But its not a serious thing and, no, I don't really want to elaborate (haha). Generally speaking, I like Turkish guys. But I'm over the back and forth game. According to Dilara and Ahmet, I've just been meeting the wrong types of guys. So maybe one day I'll actually let them introduce me to some more intelligent, interesting men. But, for now, I'm content with what I originally had said before moving here: No boys, thanks.
*I will say though, my interaction with guys has greatly improved my Turkish. I guess now I'll have to resort to normal methods of learning a language.
7. Friends
Beste is my sister, no question. She's introduced me to the majority of people I know here and I love her for it. Both of my American friends, D and Andrea, are permanently leaving Istanbul within the next month. So, I'm in the market for new Americans. Its not that I only want American friends, but there are some jokes that just don't translate ("thats what she said" for example).
8. Other random things
I haven't seen tortilla chips anywhere since I got here and that might be the most depressing thing about being away from America. Laundry is absolutely never ever finished when you have a 2 year old. I wish I was at home for the inauguration - it must have been a really incredible experience. Jerry Springer is among the many, many American television programs shown here. (I don't watch tv, but I've heard about it) I miss tv. My parents are coming to visit in March. Sam+Tam are coming in May. I'm already counting down to both. I recognize that I've been bad at keeping in touch. Hopefully my life will get back to normal now.
I miss you all.
9.12.08
Its a cold and rainy Tuesday.
I have been in my room studying Turkish literally all day long. I'm not even sure where Ali Mete is... I heard them leaving this morning as I was waking up (around 11 haha) and they haven't come back. And, if they have, they're super quiet upstairs. Maybe I'll actually venture out of my room sometime soon to check the rest of the house.
Yesterday was Kurban Bayram. BabaAnne (Ahmet's mother) came to stay. She and Dilara cooked some amazing food. We got the baby a liiiittle drunk off wine... accidentally. At first, he giggled alot and make funny noises at the table. About 10 minutes later, he layed down on the floor and got super cranky. Another 10 minutes passed and he was ok again. After dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen then sat on the floor crushing walnuts for an hour while I listened to BabaAnne and Dilara talk. It was such a relaxing family day.
After that, I came downstairs and have been studying Turkish since last night. Its pretty complicated. Vocabulary isn't bad, but the word structure is making my head spin. There is a particular consonant changing rule that I finally understand but it terrifies me to think that I'll never actually remember it. The two instances in which a consonant may be changed are:
1. The inital consonant of the suffix may be changed
a. the suffix on a voiced consonant, the first variable consonant appears as "d" or "c".
*for example: uzun (tall) / uzundur (is tall) or cam (glass) / camcı (glass-seller)
b. suffix on voiceless consonant [ç, f, h, k, p, s, ş, t] appear as "ç" or "t".
*for example: büyük (big) / büyüktür (is big) or balık (fish) / balıkçı (fisherman)
2. Final consonant of the preceding word may be changed. If the final letter is voiceless, it remains unchanged unless followed by a suffixed vowel.
*for example: balık (fish) / balıkçı (fisherman) / balığı (the fish)
koltuk (armchair) / koltukta (in the armchair) / koltuğu (the armchair)
whew. and i haven't even told you about the suffixes yet.
also: i'm currently on lesson 4.... out of 13. my brain hurts.
Yesterday was Kurban Bayram. BabaAnne (Ahmet's mother) came to stay. She and Dilara cooked some amazing food. We got the baby a liiiittle drunk off wine... accidentally. At first, he giggled alot and make funny noises at the table. About 10 minutes later, he layed down on the floor and got super cranky. Another 10 minutes passed and he was ok again. After dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen then sat on the floor crushing walnuts for an hour while I listened to BabaAnne and Dilara talk. It was such a relaxing family day.
After that, I came downstairs and have been studying Turkish since last night. Its pretty complicated. Vocabulary isn't bad, but the word structure is making my head spin. There is a particular consonant changing rule that I finally understand but it terrifies me to think that I'll never actually remember it. The two instances in which a consonant may be changed are:
1. The inital consonant of the suffix may be changed
a. the suffix on a voiced consonant, the first variable consonant appears as "d" or "c".
*for example: uzun (tall) / uzundur (is tall) or cam (glass) / camcı (glass-seller)
b. suffix on voiceless consonant [ç, f, h, k, p, s, ş, t] appear as "ç" or "t".
*for example: büyük (big) / büyüktür (is big) or balık (fish) / balıkçı (fisherman)
2. Final consonant of the preceding word may be changed. If the final letter is voiceless, it remains unchanged unless followed by a suffixed vowel.
*for example: balık (fish) / balıkçı (fisherman) / balığı (the fish)
koltuk (armchair) / koltukta (in the armchair) / koltuğu (the armchair)
whew. and i haven't even told you about the suffixes yet.
also: i'm currently on lesson 4.... out of 13. my brain hurts.
4.12.08
livin life in the bul.
Ok. So I live in Istanbul, this is true. BUT this is still my normal life, so there might be days where I don't have much to update about. I won't lie - my average day consists of waking up around 10, lounging around/doing housework/making a quick trip downtown, coming back in time to make Ali Mete lunch around 2/230, then caring for him (park, playing, dinner, bathtime, reading) until he sleeps at 9. Then I hang around my room watching movies until Beste gets home at 11, when we talk and laugh about our days while facebook stalking. When she goes to bed, I sit on skype/AIM and talk to friends (aka Walker) then go to bed and repeat the next day. So I collect things over a week or two to put into a post for you. Lets be honest, I feel this blog will be the new equivalent of me not checking my voicemail or remembering to call anyone back (a frequent complaint when I was in VA).
Hmmm.. updates now. One of my new favorite things to do is play/lose backgammon and smoke nargile (hookah) with Andrea. Its a little dudes club called çinarlti (i think) in Tophane, but they welcome us and let us relax and enjoy. She really kicked my ass last Saturday - the pictures of me pouting are on Facebook already but I'll add them to my site soon. It was brutal, but I came back on the third game. I wish I could blame it on being tired from spending the whole day at Ece's 3rd birthday party... buuuut she was there too. Oh well - I just need to stop being so nice and attack her. (Yes, I've been thinking about it all week... I'm planning my strategy for next game) !!
Monday, I met Beste's booyyyyfriend, Leo. He's precious. The only awkward part about the night was Leo's friend who came with us. It was nice not being a 3rd wheel, buuuut he didn't speak any English so we spent the night communicating through Beste, gestures, and laughing at each other. I'm really learning the value of a common language - however, I'm also learning how to get by successfully without it (not to say I don't intend on learning Turkish... its just interesting how much one can learn about their environment without completely understanding the conversations). My observation skills are much keener now and I appreciate that.
It was a little bizarre going to see a Turkish movie at first, but I'm up for experiencing anything. Again, another situation where I utilized my growing ability to more accurately decipher body language, facial expression, and tone of voice to understand content of conversation. While I completely understood the plot of the movie and picked up on all the situational humor, I spent the majority of the time cataloging the differences between American and Turkish films. So far quite a few things stood out - character roles/development, film quality, camera angles, general cinematography. Granted, all of this could be completely dependent on the movie I saw (Issiz Adam), which is why I need to see many more as well as other genres. Also: part of the movie was filmed on my street. Neato!
Yesterday, Ali Mete and I went with Andrea, her kids, (Ege and Ece) and their mom to a Christmas bazaar at the Hilton. Most of the stuff there was overpriced and basic, but it started to put me in the mood for Saaaanta and Jesus... mostly Santa. Actually, mostly just Christmas decorations. I'm not religious at all so the meaning of December 25th is lost on me, but I do love the cookies and lights. Like on Thanksgiving, it'll be weird to not have all the tradition for the first time in my 23 years. I didn't realize how difficult holidays might be while I'm here, but its not something that will make me come home just yet. :)
I saved the best part of my updates for last. Today, I went to Sultanahmet with Dilara, Ahmet and Ali Mete to look at this site for a potential new restaurant. Its an incredible space on top of a hamam (Turkish bath). It was interesting watching Dilara sort through and combine her creativity and practicality in her head, carefully imagining the finished product in this raw industrial rooftop. After we spent some time examining all the possibilities and taking pictures, Dilara, Ali Mete, and I actually went to the hamam. They say you should do one thing everyday that scares you... well, this was it for me today.
The process: We went into the locker room and stripped down to our undies (no bra... bye bye modest American views), covered in towels, and walked to the bath/steam room. After we got in there, we each wet ourselves down, getting rid of any surface dirt. In the center of the room is a large marble stone, where I laid down and relaxed while Dilara and Ali Mete wandered around the room so he could play in the water. When it was my turn to be... umm... massaged?... I have honestly never felt more uncomfortable. Don't worry, it took me about 10 seconds into the massage to completely relax. First she took a rough mitt and scraped off all the dead skin from my front and back. Rinse. Then the soap comes. So much soap. I'm not quite sure what they use, but it looks like a giant cloth balloon filled with soap. It inflates then she squeezes all the soap out onto you. I was covered in bubbles... complete heaven. She massaged the soap over my body (front and back again). After rinsing, she took me over to the marble basin. I sat on my towel while she washed my hair and face. It was probably one of the most unique experiences of my life and I absolutely loved it. I'm pretty glad they're opening a restaurant on top of this hamam. haha I want all of you to experience this at some point in your lives. Its a tradition in Turkey. Dilara emphasized the standard ceremony - which we didn't actually get to partake in completely because we were pressed for time. Normally, you spent time relaxing, drinking tea, eating food, and completely cleansing. Afterward, you dress in fresh clothes and make yourself presentable. Ahmet was telling me later tonight that it used to be customary for a man to pick his wife only after visiting a hamam because everyone looks at their best (so fresh and so clean!). Next time I go, I'm definitely making sure I have the hours to devote so I can fully take it all in.
Other small things:
1. For all of those keeping track, my dead finger has completely healed. The old nail is gone, leaving behind a new (dented) nail. Its still pretty weird, but, luckily, my scar isn't bad at all. Thank you, Neosporin.
2. Have I mentioned yet that on my way downtown (or home from downtown), I pass a Bentley dealership and a Pfizer plant? ...Camels... haha
3. My new favorite food is lentil soup. Its delicious, nutritious, aaaand I know how to make it. :)
4. I'm going to an R&B/Hip-hop party at Club Airport tomorrow night. I miss rap music and I still love going out on Thursday nights. This should be funnnn.
I feel like I'm forgetting something important, so if it comes to me I'll be sure to include it later. Miss and love love love love!
Hmmm.. updates now. One of my new favorite things to do is play/lose backgammon and smoke nargile (hookah) with Andrea. Its a little dudes club called çinarlti (i think) in Tophane, but they welcome us and let us relax and enjoy. She really kicked my ass last Saturday - the pictures of me pouting are on Facebook already but I'll add them to my site soon. It was brutal, but I came back on the third game. I wish I could blame it on being tired from spending the whole day at Ece's 3rd birthday party... buuuut she was there too. Oh well - I just need to stop being so nice and attack her. (Yes, I've been thinking about it all week... I'm planning my strategy for next game) !!
Monday, I met Beste's booyyyyfriend, Leo. He's precious. The only awkward part about the night was Leo's friend who came with us. It was nice not being a 3rd wheel, buuuut he didn't speak any English so we spent the night communicating through Beste, gestures, and laughing at each other. I'm really learning the value of a common language - however, I'm also learning how to get by successfully without it (not to say I don't intend on learning Turkish... its just interesting how much one can learn about their environment without completely understanding the conversations). My observation skills are much keener now and I appreciate that.
It was a little bizarre going to see a Turkish movie at first, but I'm up for experiencing anything. Again, another situation where I utilized my growing ability to more accurately decipher body language, facial expression, and tone of voice to understand content of conversation. While I completely understood the plot of the movie and picked up on all the situational humor, I spent the majority of the time cataloging the differences between American and Turkish films. So far quite a few things stood out - character roles/development, film quality, camera angles, general cinematography. Granted, all of this could be completely dependent on the movie I saw (Issiz Adam), which is why I need to see many more as well as other genres. Also: part of the movie was filmed on my street. Neato!
Yesterday, Ali Mete and I went with Andrea, her kids, (Ege and Ece) and their mom to a Christmas bazaar at the Hilton. Most of the stuff there was overpriced and basic, but it started to put me in the mood for Saaaanta and Jesus... mostly Santa. Actually, mostly just Christmas decorations. I'm not religious at all so the meaning of December 25th is lost on me, but I do love the cookies and lights. Like on Thanksgiving, it'll be weird to not have all the tradition for the first time in my 23 years. I didn't realize how difficult holidays might be while I'm here, but its not something that will make me come home just yet. :)
I saved the best part of my updates for last. Today, I went to Sultanahmet with Dilara, Ahmet and Ali Mete to look at this site for a potential new restaurant. Its an incredible space on top of a hamam (Turkish bath). It was interesting watching Dilara sort through and combine her creativity and practicality in her head, carefully imagining the finished product in this raw industrial rooftop. After we spent some time examining all the possibilities and taking pictures, Dilara, Ali Mete, and I actually went to the hamam. They say you should do one thing everyday that scares you... well, this was it for me today.
The process: We went into the locker room and stripped down to our undies (no bra... bye bye modest American views), covered in towels, and walked to the bath/steam room. After we got in there, we each wet ourselves down, getting rid of any surface dirt. In the center of the room is a large marble stone, where I laid down and relaxed while Dilara and Ali Mete wandered around the room so he could play in the water. When it was my turn to be... umm... massaged?... I have honestly never felt more uncomfortable. Don't worry, it took me about 10 seconds into the massage to completely relax. First she took a rough mitt and scraped off all the dead skin from my front and back. Rinse. Then the soap comes. So much soap. I'm not quite sure what they use, but it looks like a giant cloth balloon filled with soap. It inflates then she squeezes all the soap out onto you. I was covered in bubbles... complete heaven. She massaged the soap over my body (front and back again). After rinsing, she took me over to the marble basin. I sat on my towel while she washed my hair and face. It was probably one of the most unique experiences of my life and I absolutely loved it. I'm pretty glad they're opening a restaurant on top of this hamam. haha I want all of you to experience this at some point in your lives. Its a tradition in Turkey. Dilara emphasized the standard ceremony - which we didn't actually get to partake in completely because we were pressed for time. Normally, you spent time relaxing, drinking tea, eating food, and completely cleansing. Afterward, you dress in fresh clothes and make yourself presentable. Ahmet was telling me later tonight that it used to be customary for a man to pick his wife only after visiting a hamam because everyone looks at their best (so fresh and so clean!). Next time I go, I'm definitely making sure I have the hours to devote so I can fully take it all in.
Other small things:
1. For all of those keeping track, my dead finger has completely healed. The old nail is gone, leaving behind a new (dented) nail. Its still pretty weird, but, luckily, my scar isn't bad at all. Thank you, Neosporin.
2. Have I mentioned yet that on my way downtown (or home from downtown), I pass a Bentley dealership and a Pfizer plant? ...Camels... haha
3. My new favorite food is lentil soup. Its delicious, nutritious, aaaand I know how to make it. :)
4. I'm going to an R&B/Hip-hop party at Club Airport tomorrow night. I miss rap music and I still love going out on Thursday nights. This should be funnnn.
I feel like I'm forgetting something important, so if it comes to me I'll be sure to include it later. Miss and love love love love!
20.11.08
'no potato?'
I had quite a lovely day and I feel like sharing it.
Woke up early (for me) at 9:30am. Shower. Load of laundry (its endless when you have a child). Breakfast with the family - standard toast, cheese, and toast accessories. Bus (intended destination: Eminönü).
Ok. I took the wrong bus... for the first time. Its been almost a month, it was bound to happen. Well, I technically didn't take the "wrong" bus - I just took the scenic route through Taksim. By the time I got on the right bus, an hour had passed and I didn't want to take the time to go all the way to Eminönü just to turn around and come home (I need to by home by 2:00 to prepare lunch for Ali Mete), so I decided a museum might be more appropriate. I headed to Tophane to Istanbul Modern:
Its free on Thursdays so I think it might be my morning routine once a week. Knowing that, I only visited one exhibit - and because my time was dwindling down and I wanted to eat before going home. It was exactly what I needed to clear my head. I wish I was as creative and inspired as those artists. 40 minutes later, I walked to the bus station next to this
and rode to Ortaköy. I went there yesterday too, because there is a beautiful spot to sit and think... and its close to home. On the walk from the bus stop, there are these really intimidating food stands with guys who yell at you to come eat their food. Yesterday, I did not partake because, to be honest, I was too nervous. My Turkish is really awful and I hate assuming that everyone will speak to me in English. That and they're all really close together and I can't decide which to choose without hurting the other's feelings (seriously, I think about these things). But today, I was on a mission. The whole reason I packed up my comfortable Richmond life and moved 5,000 miles away was to force myself into challenging situations and see what comes of it. But, while I was still hesitant, I walked the back way. (HEY! They all saw me yesterday... I knew they'd remember me!) I pretended to look around at a table of scarves, but out of the corner of my eye I could see the potatoes calling to me. (I haven't had potatoes, not including fries, since I got here and the Irish side of me was getting anxious) I eventually decided on the guy who didn't holler at me as I passed. I think I made a good choice. He spoke 'little English' so I returned the favor and spoke 'little Turkish'. And he made me a grand potato:
(cheese, butter, salt, cabbage, sausage, peas, corn, some mix of stuff, and a little yogurt.)
Delicious. He tried adding ketchup and a bunch of other condiments but I preferred he didn't. They love ketchup and mayonnaise here. I don't think I've seen mustard.... maybe this isn't the country for me. Anyway! I ate my potato, sitting on my favorite bench.
One direction:
Behind me:
Who can complain when you're surrounded by such beauty? (It looks better on a sunny day...) The enjoyment of my potato was enhanced by a vicious cat fight in the plaza:
I finished eating and braved the straight walk to the bus station. I was right. They all remembered me. They all beckoned to me, but I smiled and shook my head saying "teşekkürler". Most of guys smiled and nodded... one said "mamma mia!" and one laughed and said "no potato!?" I actually stopped and turned around to nod and laugh, then I kept on my way - laughing until I reached the bus. I think I'll go to him next time.
After my outing, I went home to make Ali Mete a wonderful lunch of spinach/onions/garlic and corns. Dilara actually complimented me on my culinary skills (but I can't really see how I could mess that up! haha) At 3:30, we set off for Bebek park to meet my new American aupair friend, Andrea, and her 3 year old girl, Ece (pronounced AJ). On the way we passed the Egyptian embassy, currently under construction, and I took one last picture for the day (I'm putting the rest of them on my community webshots site):
Andrea seems really great. She's here for many of the same reasons as me (I think. I'm still really working out all my reasons in my head). It'll be nice having a friend that is 1. American and 2. in the same situation as me. We're going to a Hookah bar in Tophane on Sunday. I'm sure I'll post pictures.
The rest of the day was business as usual... playing, dinner, puzzles, night walk, bath, and bedtime for bebek. I thought I might get up early again tomorrow and actually make it down to Eminönü, but I think I'll save that for my full day off on Monday.
Ok, I'm going to crawl into bed and watch The Office on my computer. Yes, I'm keeping up. I hear this Business Meeting episode is a good one.
I hope all is well in America... or wherever you're reading this from.
Peace and love.
Woke up early (for me) at 9:30am. Shower. Load of laundry (its endless when you have a child). Breakfast with the family - standard toast, cheese, and toast accessories. Bus (intended destination: Eminönü).
Ok. I took the wrong bus... for the first time. Its been almost a month, it was bound to happen. Well, I technically didn't take the "wrong" bus - I just took the scenic route through Taksim. By the time I got on the right bus, an hour had passed and I didn't want to take the time to go all the way to Eminönü just to turn around and come home (I need to by home by 2:00 to prepare lunch for Ali Mete), so I decided a museum might be more appropriate. I headed to Tophane to Istanbul Modern:
Its free on Thursdays so I think it might be my morning routine once a week. Knowing that, I only visited one exhibit - and because my time was dwindling down and I wanted to eat before going home. It was exactly what I needed to clear my head. I wish I was as creative and inspired as those artists. 40 minutes later, I walked to the bus station next to this
and rode to Ortaköy. I went there yesterday too, because there is a beautiful spot to sit and think... and its close to home. On the walk from the bus stop, there are these really intimidating food stands with guys who yell at you to come eat their food. Yesterday, I did not partake because, to be honest, I was too nervous. My Turkish is really awful and I hate assuming that everyone will speak to me in English. That and they're all really close together and I can't decide which to choose without hurting the other's feelings (seriously, I think about these things). But today, I was on a mission. The whole reason I packed up my comfortable Richmond life and moved 5,000 miles away was to force myself into challenging situations and see what comes of it. But, while I was still hesitant, I walked the back way. (HEY! They all saw me yesterday... I knew they'd remember me!) I pretended to look around at a table of scarves, but out of the corner of my eye I could see the potatoes calling to me. (I haven't had potatoes, not including fries, since I got here and the Irish side of me was getting anxious) I eventually decided on the guy who didn't holler at me as I passed. I think I made a good choice. He spoke 'little English' so I returned the favor and spoke 'little Turkish'. And he made me a grand potato:
(cheese, butter, salt, cabbage, sausage, peas, corn, some mix of stuff, and a little yogurt.)
Delicious. He tried adding ketchup and a bunch of other condiments but I preferred he didn't. They love ketchup and mayonnaise here. I don't think I've seen mustard.... maybe this isn't the country for me. Anyway! I ate my potato, sitting on my favorite bench.
One direction:
Behind me:
Who can complain when you're surrounded by such beauty? (It looks better on a sunny day...) The enjoyment of my potato was enhanced by a vicious cat fight in the plaza:
I finished eating and braved the straight walk to the bus station. I was right. They all remembered me. They all beckoned to me, but I smiled and shook my head saying "teşekkürler". Most of guys smiled and nodded... one said "mamma mia!" and one laughed and said "no potato!?" I actually stopped and turned around to nod and laugh, then I kept on my way - laughing until I reached the bus. I think I'll go to him next time.
After my outing, I went home to make Ali Mete a wonderful lunch of spinach/onions/garlic and corns. Dilara actually complimented me on my culinary skills (but I can't really see how I could mess that up! haha) At 3:30, we set off for Bebek park to meet my new American aupair friend, Andrea, and her 3 year old girl, Ece (pronounced AJ). On the way we passed the Egyptian embassy, currently under construction, and I took one last picture for the day (I'm putting the rest of them on my community webshots site):
Andrea seems really great. She's here for many of the same reasons as me (I think. I'm still really working out all my reasons in my head). It'll be nice having a friend that is 1. American and 2. in the same situation as me. We're going to a Hookah bar in Tophane on Sunday. I'm sure I'll post pictures.
The rest of the day was business as usual... playing, dinner, puzzles, night walk, bath, and bedtime for bebek. I thought I might get up early again tomorrow and actually make it down to Eminönü, but I think I'll save that for my full day off on Monday.
Ok, I'm going to crawl into bed and watch The Office on my computer. Yes, I'm keeping up. I hear this Business Meeting episode is a good one.
I hope all is well in America... or wherever you're reading this from.
Peace and love.
18.11.08
get loose.
Sorry its been so long - I know I keep saying that I'll do better with updating and then nothing happens BUT I promise I will actually try. The one day last week that I was all prepared to write, as walker put it, I was "hating life so much" and thought i might unintentionally cause loved ones to worry. . I think I actually told about 4 people throughout the course of the day that I wouldn't make it a year. (Heaven knows my mom would be on a plane ready to come help me pack. Love youuuu) Thankfully, life has improved again and I'm back in it for the long haul.
Thats one thing that I'm getting more comfortable with: bad days/hours/minutes/seconds in such beautiful place. It took me through my first two weeks to fully comprehend that this isn't actually a vacation; this is my life. This is my home, and, as a result, I should feel comfortable not having a perfect day. Not every day will be filled with fun and sun. I can't sight-see everyday. just like in Richmond, I will have days that I don't feel like doing anything but watching a movie and napping and thats really ok. I have time to make up for any laziness.
Other things I'm getting used to:
- Eating fish. Samantha, we can finally eat seafood together like you've always wanted. Not only do I eat fish, but I'm getting pretty skilled at pulling out all the bones. Yes. I rip bones out of fish. I'm still not down with eating the whole head, but it has only been 3 weeks.
- Basically eating anything thats put in front of me. I'm no expert on food and Dilara is so I assume I should trust her judgment. So far, I've only disliked one dish: a plate of lukewarm spinach with egg yolks on top.
- Being stared at everywhere I go.
- The incredible view. For the first few weeks, I was mesmerized every time I walked to the park or rode the bus. Now, I'm still fairly amazed, but growing accumstomed to feeling that way.
- Cats. Well, not really. They still freak me out, but thats only because they're plotting against me. One tried to come in my room.
- The guy who wanders the street playing the accordian.
- The guy who wakes me up almost every morning yelling as he tries to sell brooms and broom accessories.
- Not understanding a word being said around me. I quite prefer it sometimes.
- The smell in my bathroom. I can't figure out what it is and I've stop trying.
I have been getting out and trying to see some of the city. Last Monday (when the family was on Buyukada - I stayed behind for peace and quiet), Jessica's friend from Roanoke, Bulent, took me around. I had such a great time. The first stops were the Basilica Cistern and Sultanahmet. Truly one of the most beautiful buildings. (I tried adding pictures but my internet isn't really behaving so I'm going to make an online photo album) After that, we went to Taksim to walk around and get dinner. I'd been to Taksim before but I love it, so I didn't mind at all. AND he successfully helped me find a hair straightener, but I didn't actually get it because they're about $80. No thanks. Then we went to a movie (Saw V, don't bother there's no point except blood and guts) and since the movie theater is in the mall, we walked through it. Bulent and I both decided that if I'm ever feeling homesick, I only need to take a short cab ride to the mall. Its seriously like walking through Tysons 2, only nicer. I took one look at the Jimmy Choo store and laughed at all the preconceived notions about Istanbul from people at home. Some actually asked me if I would get a camel (don't feel bad if you're one of those people who asked, you weren't the only one). Jimmy Choo, Gucci... basically every major high end store... and camels. Nope. Anyway, I didn't really like being in a Turkish mall any more than I did in America so we left and drove fooorever to a lighthouse somewhere on the coast. If it wasn't so far, I'd go all the time. From the road, the surrounding area just looked like a boat graveyard but up a few stairs was a beautiful view of the Black Sea. Really perfect. The final stop on our outing was another great view of the Bosphorus, which we could enjoy from the warm car. We got tea from some kid selling it to others doing the same thing as us. (That was a little weird to me at first. Buying tea from a random kid standing around trying to make some money. Not usually a good idea in America.)
Oh... Turkish clubs: hell yes. Beste and I went out to celebrate her friend's birthday (Efecan - ef-ay-john). VIP booths. Votka. Disco. I felt like I was on crack. I can't remember every details but I do recall velvet, mirrors, red booths, giant chandeliers (and lights perfectly positioned to reflect from the corners, sending colorful rays all around the room), a 3-tiered silver platter with delicately carved meyva (fruit). Swanky. Out of a Sex and The City episode.
I was super uncomfortable at first, quietly smoking a cigarette and cursing myself for spending so much time getting ready. (The night had gotten off to a rocky start. Outside, in the cold, we waited for nearly an hour for Efecan to come pick us up. We didn't get to the club until 1:00, which in America means your night is almost over. Wow, was I mistaken) About half an hour after we arrived, the party really started. The lights dimmed, strobe lights broke out, and the crowd exploded into cheers. A giant red curtain at the back of the room parted to reveal a dj booth in front of a massive, movie theater-like screen. And the music began. The craziest Turkish-disco-techno music. It. Was. Awesome.
I, too terrified to do anything but sip my votka and elma (apple), watched with wide eyes until Beste decided I had been sitting long enough. She pulled off my sweater, yanked me off the couch, and said 'GET UP AND DANCE'. My discomfort wore off as soon as the alcohol kicked in. 10 minutes later, I was up on the couches dancing with everyone else in the club (I know you're probably freaking out, but I would have been the odd one out if I stayed on the floor haha). I think they played maybe 2 American songs the whole night but I was having too much fun to notice that I didn't understand a word anyone was singing. The songs are catchy, so, by the end of the night, I was also singing words I didn't understand. Now, Beste and I have an agreement to forget the specific contents of the evening, for personal reasons, so I can't divulge much more. I will say, though, that I got home at 7am and had a blast. I am looking forward to more party nights in my future. I also can't wait to give visiting guests a crash course in Turkish party nights. I'll reiterate: hell yes.
So its been 3 weeks now and I love this city more than I did when I first got here. I really do feel like I'm at the center of the world. I can see why people come to visit and never leave. I won't lie, I'm not really homesick but I do miss everyone. I just wish I didn't have to be so far away to live in a such a wonderful place. I'm also starting to crave random American food (nachos... which isn't surprising). Maybe I'll go to TGIFridays sometime soon (I didn't eat there in America but I might make an exception. haha) There are days I wish I was sitting in Sam's apartment watching MTV Jams with Tammy waiting for everyone to come over so we can get into trouble around Richmond. Or at my wonderful Broad St store with the craziest group of people I've ever worked with... loved the pictures of your ass in those jeans Oscar (Thanks Alli. hahah) Orrr in Fairfax with my usual group at my usual bar making the usual bad decisions. Or relaxing with my parents in Hampton, scrolling through the DVR and eating all their food. But, I know with all my heart, that I'm in the right place and doing the right thing for me. Keep the emails coming, my loves. I thoroughly enjoy hearing from everyone.
Miss and love
Thats one thing that I'm getting more comfortable with: bad days/hours/minutes/seconds in such beautiful place. It took me through my first two weeks to fully comprehend that this isn't actually a vacation; this is my life. This is my home, and, as a result, I should feel comfortable not having a perfect day. Not every day will be filled with fun and sun. I can't sight-see everyday. just like in Richmond, I will have days that I don't feel like doing anything but watching a movie and napping and thats really ok. I have time to make up for any laziness.
Other things I'm getting used to:
- Eating fish. Samantha, we can finally eat seafood together like you've always wanted. Not only do I eat fish, but I'm getting pretty skilled at pulling out all the bones. Yes. I rip bones out of fish. I'm still not down with eating the whole head, but it has only been 3 weeks.
- Basically eating anything thats put in front of me. I'm no expert on food and Dilara is so I assume I should trust her judgment. So far, I've only disliked one dish: a plate of lukewarm spinach with egg yolks on top.
- Being stared at everywhere I go.
- The incredible view. For the first few weeks, I was mesmerized every time I walked to the park or rode the bus. Now, I'm still fairly amazed, but growing accumstomed to feeling that way.
- Cats. Well, not really. They still freak me out, but thats only because they're plotting against me. One tried to come in my room.
- The guy who wanders the street playing the accordian.
- The guy who wakes me up almost every morning yelling as he tries to sell brooms and broom accessories.
- Not understanding a word being said around me. I quite prefer it sometimes.
- The smell in my bathroom. I can't figure out what it is and I've stop trying.
I have been getting out and trying to see some of the city. Last Monday (when the family was on Buyukada - I stayed behind for peace and quiet), Jessica's friend from Roanoke, Bulent, took me around. I had such a great time. The first stops were the Basilica Cistern and Sultanahmet. Truly one of the most beautiful buildings. (I tried adding pictures but my internet isn't really behaving so I'm going to make an online photo album) After that, we went to Taksim to walk around and get dinner. I'd been to Taksim before but I love it, so I didn't mind at all. AND he successfully helped me find a hair straightener, but I didn't actually get it because they're about $80. No thanks. Then we went to a movie (Saw V, don't bother there's no point except blood and guts) and since the movie theater is in the mall, we walked through it. Bulent and I both decided that if I'm ever feeling homesick, I only need to take a short cab ride to the mall. Its seriously like walking through Tysons 2, only nicer. I took one look at the Jimmy Choo store and laughed at all the preconceived notions about Istanbul from people at home. Some actually asked me if I would get a camel (don't feel bad if you're one of those people who asked, you weren't the only one). Jimmy Choo, Gucci... basically every major high end store... and camels. Nope. Anyway, I didn't really like being in a Turkish mall any more than I did in America so we left and drove fooorever to a lighthouse somewhere on the coast. If it wasn't so far, I'd go all the time. From the road, the surrounding area just looked like a boat graveyard but up a few stairs was a beautiful view of the Black Sea. Really perfect. The final stop on our outing was another great view of the Bosphorus, which we could enjoy from the warm car. We got tea from some kid selling it to others doing the same thing as us. (That was a little weird to me at first. Buying tea from a random kid standing around trying to make some money. Not usually a good idea in America.)
Oh... Turkish clubs: hell yes. Beste and I went out to celebrate her friend's birthday (Efecan - ef-ay-john). VIP booths. Votka. Disco. I felt like I was on crack. I can't remember every details but I do recall velvet, mirrors, red booths, giant chandeliers (and lights perfectly positioned to reflect from the corners, sending colorful rays all around the room), a 3-tiered silver platter with delicately carved meyva (fruit). Swanky. Out of a Sex and The City episode.
I was super uncomfortable at first, quietly smoking a cigarette and cursing myself for spending so much time getting ready. (The night had gotten off to a rocky start. Outside, in the cold, we waited for nearly an hour for Efecan to come pick us up. We didn't get to the club until 1:00, which in America means your night is almost over. Wow, was I mistaken) About half an hour after we arrived, the party really started. The lights dimmed, strobe lights broke out, and the crowd exploded into cheers. A giant red curtain at the back of the room parted to reveal a dj booth in front of a massive, movie theater-like screen. And the music began. The craziest Turkish-disco-techno music. It. Was. Awesome.
I, too terrified to do anything but sip my votka and elma (apple), watched with wide eyes until Beste decided I had been sitting long enough. She pulled off my sweater, yanked me off the couch, and said 'GET UP AND DANCE'. My discomfort wore off as soon as the alcohol kicked in. 10 minutes later, I was up on the couches dancing with everyone else in the club (I know you're probably freaking out, but I would have been the odd one out if I stayed on the floor haha). I think they played maybe 2 American songs the whole night but I was having too much fun to notice that I didn't understand a word anyone was singing. The songs are catchy, so, by the end of the night, I was also singing words I didn't understand. Now, Beste and I have an agreement to forget the specific contents of the evening, for personal reasons, so I can't divulge much more. I will say, though, that I got home at 7am and had a blast. I am looking forward to more party nights in my future. I also can't wait to give visiting guests a crash course in Turkish party nights. I'll reiterate: hell yes.
So its been 3 weeks now and I love this city more than I did when I first got here. I really do feel like I'm at the center of the world. I can see why people come to visit and never leave. I won't lie, I'm not really homesick but I do miss everyone. I just wish I didn't have to be so far away to live in a such a wonderful place. I'm also starting to crave random American food (nachos... which isn't surprising). Maybe I'll go to TGIFridays sometime soon (I didn't eat there in America but I might make an exception. haha) There are days I wish I was sitting in Sam's apartment watching MTV Jams with Tammy waiting for everyone to come over so we can get into trouble around Richmond. Or at my wonderful Broad St store with the craziest group of people I've ever worked with... loved the pictures of your ass in those jeans Oscar (Thanks Alli. hahah) Orrr in Fairfax with my usual group at my usual bar making the usual bad decisions. Or relaxing with my parents in Hampton, scrolling through the DVR and eating all their food. But, I know with all my heart, that I'm in the right place and doing the right thing for me. Keep the emails coming, my loves. I thoroughly enjoy hearing from everyone.
Miss and love
16.11.08
so i'm working on a lengthy post that will describe my last week or so in a little more detail but i just had a crazy experience that i needed to write immediately. i was just at a cafe in besiktas (actually writing my next blog post) when i noticed these two guys sitting across from me staring. i'm getting pretty used to this, so i tried not to pay attention and continued to write. i thought it was a little bizarre that they sat so long since i outlasted most other patrons, but, again, trying not to be paranoid, i assumed they were having an interesting conversation.
after about an hour, i got up to leave and absolutely noticed when they stood up at the same time. i left, planning to take a stroll along the water, making sure to take note of their direction. i crossed the busy intersection and they were right behind me. i try really hard to never assume the worst of people and constantly talk myself out of paranoid thoughts, so i again, just hoped they were in need of public transportation since we were walking next to the bus station and ferry. to be sure, i walked along the street in the opposite direction of the buses into a large well-lit center. in this center, there is a small gated mosque and through the fence i could see these two guys fake like they were walking toward the ferry then turn the corner and come in my direction. by now, it was evident that i wasn't exaggerating and they were legitimately following me so i stopped and turned around contemplating waiting to find out what they wanted. when i saw the taller of the two pushing the shorter one, both laughing, i decided that i didn't care and the safest move would be to just go home. so i walked faster, crossing the street in front of a police van, turning around and looking at them so they would know i was aware of them following me. by the time they got completely around the corner, i was already in a taksi. from the back window, i could see them pushing through the crowd at the bus station looking for me but i was safely on my way home. crazy.
after about an hour, i got up to leave and absolutely noticed when they stood up at the same time. i left, planning to take a stroll along the water, making sure to take note of their direction. i crossed the busy intersection and they were right behind me. i try really hard to never assume the worst of people and constantly talk myself out of paranoid thoughts, so i again, just hoped they were in need of public transportation since we were walking next to the bus station and ferry. to be sure, i walked along the street in the opposite direction of the buses into a large well-lit center. in this center, there is a small gated mosque and through the fence i could see these two guys fake like they were walking toward the ferry then turn the corner and come in my direction. by now, it was evident that i wasn't exaggerating and they were legitimately following me so i stopped and turned around contemplating waiting to find out what they wanted. when i saw the taller of the two pushing the shorter one, both laughing, i decided that i didn't care and the safest move would be to just go home. so i walked faster, crossing the street in front of a police van, turning around and looking at them so they would know i was aware of them following me. by the time they got completely around the corner, i was already in a taksi. from the back window, i could see them pushing through the crowd at the bus station looking for me but i was safely on my way home. crazy.
5.11.08
2.11.08
Its always rush hour in Istanbul
Serıously. I don't thınk I could actually lısten to anyone complaın about traffıc anywhere else ın the world now. It took me almost 45 mınutes to go 10 mıles on the bus. Oof.
So much has happened ın the past 3 days. I honestly didn't even know today was Saturday.
Thursday, Beste (my turkısh sıster) took me to the US Consulate so I could get ınformatıon on language courses, etc. They had closed for lunch just as we arrıved so we sat down at a lıttle cafe across the street and bonded over an equal desıre to lıve beyond the borders of our home countrıes, forgotten spanısh lessons, the joys and paıns of older brothers, and our ınabılıty to fınd truly satısfyıng romantıc relatıonshıps as of yet. Talkıng wıth her helped me to fully comprehend how connected we as a global populatıon all really are.... wıthout even knowıng ıt. She and I mıght have led very dıfferent lıves up to thıs poınt, but there are key events we have both experıenced makıng me feel a lıttle more safe and secure. I also dıscovered that we need no common language to fınd the same random sıtuatıons hılarıous.... lıke old woman wearıng see-through shırts. Orrrr lıke on the bus when Alımete gently grabbed Beste's breast and refused to let go. After a few trıes, we grew weary of hıs screamıng ın such a confıned space and she relented, coverıng ıt wıth her scarf. We shared a hearty laugh off and on for at least 15 blocks, completely unphased by starıng passengers. Occasıonally whıle rıdıng the bus Beste would poınt to a bar, look at me, and say "we go?". When I nodded wıth excıtement she'd look back out the wındow and say "yessss!". I lıke her.
Ok, back to the consolate:
I'll admıt I was mıldly glad to step onto "Amerıcan soıl", ıf for nothıng more than beıng a legıt cıtızen. So, needless to say, I was a lıttle dısappoınted when every sıngle person ın the buıldıng was 1. Turkısh and 2. annoyed. The lıttle woman behınd the glass who yelled at me for speakıng too softly rolled her eyes when I ınquıred about regısterıng my trıp and ınfo on courses. For the fırst request she handed me a sheet of paper wıth a websıte on ıt (one I already have, tabii). As for lessons, she ınformed me that I should check elsewhere - lıke a Turkısh newspaper (whıch I obvıously found amusıng sınce I can't read Turkısh). Anyway, the Amerıcan Consulate was the least helpful place I have been so far. Neat.
Thursday nıght, I went to an art openıng for Carlos Clausell, a Mexıcan ımpressıonıst. I ınteracted wıth the famıly a lıttle but mostly I lurked ın the corners sıppıng my red wıne, no doubt creepıng people out wıth my wıne-mouth. I thoroughly enjoyed hıs work, but not nearly as much as I enjoyed watchıng hım flırt wıth these 3 women - one ın partıcular. She followed hım around the gallery tryıng to sound ınterested and knowledgable as he explaıned every sıngle brush stroke on every sıngle pıece.
Frıday was a bıt of a turnıng poınt for me. I dıd a few thıngs that even consıderıng prevıously ıntımıdated me: exchanged money, added money to my Akbıl (bus pass), spoke ın Turkısh to strangers, explored Taksım alone wıthout a map/book/guıde, ıgnored men hıttıng on me as I pass on the street, asked questıons, bought stuff ın a store....... just basıcally ventured out on my own ın a cıty where I don't fully understand the language or customs where ı stıck out lıke a whıte gırl ın the mıddle east. But now I am offıcıally not nervous. I can actually be excıted. More than that, I can be comfortable. Thıs ıs my home.
Anyway, Taksım ıs amazıng. A really really really really mıld versıon of Tımes Square. But you can fınd everythıng you need there (except a curlıng ıron apparently - the hunt contınues). Among the most vısıble thıngs: 2 McDonalds, 3 Burger Kıngs, 3 Starbucks, 7-11, 1 KFC, 2 Pızza Huts, and a Lıttle Ceasars Pızza. No joke. And I only walked down 2 streets. I can only ımagıne what was down the other 5 streets sproutıng off the maın square.
Also: ıts a lıttle weırd how many Turkısh flags there are.... everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere. Every street. 90% of buıldıngs have at least one, sometımes multıple. Taksım square has over 100. For realz. That ın ıtself ıs a lıttle ıntımıdatıng. And occasıonally some song wıll play over the loud speaker (whıch I can assume to be the Natıonal Anthem or another ımportant jam. But,ıf I'm beıng honest, ıt could be Old MacDonald and I wouldn't know that dıfference) or a boomıng voıce wıll announce somethıng that sounds faırly ımportant but nobody seems to notıce. I can't ımagıne ıf that just started happenıng one day ın Amerıca. Rıots.
Now onto today (Saturday):
I fıgured out how to set my cell phone to Engısh. It felt lıke a major accomplıshment after fumblıng through ıt for 2 days, pushıng buttons, pretendıng I know what I'm doıng but wayyy to determıned to ask.
I thınk Turkey ıs where the world has been hıdıng all the unusually beautıful people. Its such a unıque beauty too. Whıte people look so borıng to me now (I fınally get ıt Walker. Oh - I met an Indıan gırl from Sweden and she's hot. You'll love her when you meet her at your arranged weddıng. Just trust me.) Anywayö If you're on the lookout for that whole dark and handsome thıng ın a man.... thıs ıs the place for you. I'm stıll not on the market or even remotely ınterested, but I have eyes and I felt ıt only faır to pass on thıs useful ınformatıon.
I went off to Ortaköy by myself today. Its a lıttle suburb between my vıllage and Beşıktas (the closest major center). I walked by some of the cutest vendors and searched through theır handmade goods, as well as through theır commercıals products pawned off as authentıc pıeces. And the knock-offs are classy. I consıdered buyıng a Chanel, cartıer, or Bvulgarı watch... maybe even some Dıor sunglasses.... but I settled on a modest bracelet ınstead. I watched the woman make ıt so I know ıts legıt.
The market ıs so quaınt and adorable. Some shops have the most amazıng glass lanterns... whıch I wıll be purchasıng as soon as I fıgure out how to ınstall ıt above my bed. Its all very dıfferent ın Ortaköy compared to Taksım. Tons of people but the hustle and bustle ıs much more relaxed and gentle than downtown. Anyone who vısıts wıll probably be made to so wıth me, espcıally sınce ıts 10 mınutes away.
I also trıed local food today. I have absolutely no ıdea what ıt was. All ı know ıs that ıt was frıed, appeared to be some type of fısh, was smothered ın a creamy whıte garlıc sauce and shoved ın a gıan sub roll. I took about 5 bıtes before I realızed why we have an Organık rule ın the house. I felt lıke runnıng back to Abra Cadabra and stuffıng my face full of greens. I'd probably rather lıck the face of the cat outsıde my wındow than eat that agaın.
So thıs whole not knowıng Turkısh thıng makes all my conversatıon ıs spoken wıth defınıte purpose. I thınk ıt leaves me wıth so many extra unused words. I mıght explode. Today, ın Ortaköy, I overheard a man wıth an Englısh accent (the real kınd - not our watered down versıon). Every tıme I hear famılıar words I have to force myself not to run over and say hello (hello, not merhaba). Earlıer on the walk to Abra Cadabra from Bebek Parkı, I saw an Amerıcan wearıng a Vırgınıa Tech polo and I barely restraıned myself from huggıng hım. As I passed the famıly, I serıously consıdered sayıng somethıng - anythıng to comment on how unlıkely thıs sıtuatıon ın a world so bıg. Rather than acknowledge thıs bızarre cırcumstance, I smıled to myself and kept walkıng. Somehow ın moments lıke that the unıverse seems to be lettıng me know that I am exactly where I need to be. And thats more comfortıng than a stranger wıth an orange and burgundy shırt.
I'll be at our other house on the ısland for a few days so I wont have ınternet. I'll update when I get back.
Mıss and love wıth all my heart.
(I wrote thıs last weekend but wasn't able to post ıt untıl today, the 4th. I'll wrıte another about my weekend on the ısland soon. Happy Electıon Day!!)
So much has happened ın the past 3 days. I honestly didn't even know today was Saturday.
Thursday, Beste (my turkısh sıster) took me to the US Consulate so I could get ınformatıon on language courses, etc. They had closed for lunch just as we arrıved so we sat down at a lıttle cafe across the street and bonded over an equal desıre to lıve beyond the borders of our home countrıes, forgotten spanısh lessons, the joys and paıns of older brothers, and our ınabılıty to fınd truly satısfyıng romantıc relatıonshıps as of yet. Talkıng wıth her helped me to fully comprehend how connected we as a global populatıon all really are.... wıthout even knowıng ıt. She and I mıght have led very dıfferent lıves up to thıs poınt, but there are key events we have both experıenced makıng me feel a lıttle more safe and secure. I also dıscovered that we need no common language to fınd the same random sıtuatıons hılarıous.... lıke old woman wearıng see-through shırts. Orrrr lıke on the bus when Alımete gently grabbed Beste's breast and refused to let go. After a few trıes, we grew weary of hıs screamıng ın such a confıned space and she relented, coverıng ıt wıth her scarf. We shared a hearty laugh off and on for at least 15 blocks, completely unphased by starıng passengers. Occasıonally whıle rıdıng the bus Beste would poınt to a bar, look at me, and say "we go?". When I nodded wıth excıtement she'd look back out the wındow and say "yessss!". I lıke her.
Ok, back to the consolate:
I'll admıt I was mıldly glad to step onto "Amerıcan soıl", ıf for nothıng more than beıng a legıt cıtızen. So, needless to say, I was a lıttle dısappoınted when every sıngle person ın the buıldıng was 1. Turkısh and 2. annoyed. The lıttle woman behınd the glass who yelled at me for speakıng too softly rolled her eyes when I ınquıred about regısterıng my trıp and ınfo on courses. For the fırst request she handed me a sheet of paper wıth a websıte on ıt (one I already have, tabii). As for lessons, she ınformed me that I should check elsewhere - lıke a Turkısh newspaper (whıch I obvıously found amusıng sınce I can't read Turkısh). Anyway, the Amerıcan Consulate was the least helpful place I have been so far. Neat.
Thursday nıght, I went to an art openıng for Carlos Clausell, a Mexıcan ımpressıonıst. I ınteracted wıth the famıly a lıttle but mostly I lurked ın the corners sıppıng my red wıne, no doubt creepıng people out wıth my wıne-mouth. I thoroughly enjoyed hıs work, but not nearly as much as I enjoyed watchıng hım flırt wıth these 3 women - one ın partıcular. She followed hım around the gallery tryıng to sound ınterested and knowledgable as he explaıned every sıngle brush stroke on every sıngle pıece.
Frıday was a bıt of a turnıng poınt for me. I dıd a few thıngs that even consıderıng prevıously ıntımıdated me: exchanged money, added money to my Akbıl (bus pass), spoke ın Turkısh to strangers, explored Taksım alone wıthout a map/book/guıde, ıgnored men hıttıng on me as I pass on the street, asked questıons, bought stuff ın a store....... just basıcally ventured out on my own ın a cıty where I don't fully understand the language or customs where ı stıck out lıke a whıte gırl ın the mıddle east. But now I am offıcıally not nervous. I can actually be excıted. More than that, I can be comfortable. Thıs ıs my home.
Anyway, Taksım ıs amazıng. A really really really really mıld versıon of Tımes Square. But you can fınd everythıng you need there (except a curlıng ıron apparently - the hunt contınues). Among the most vısıble thıngs: 2 McDonalds, 3 Burger Kıngs, 3 Starbucks, 7-11, 1 KFC, 2 Pızza Huts, and a Lıttle Ceasars Pızza. No joke. And I only walked down 2 streets. I can only ımagıne what was down the other 5 streets sproutıng off the maın square.
Also: ıts a lıttle weırd how many Turkısh flags there are.... everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere. Every street. 90% of buıldıngs have at least one, sometımes multıple. Taksım square has over 100. For realz. That ın ıtself ıs a lıttle ıntımıdatıng. And occasıonally some song wıll play over the loud speaker (whıch I can assume to be the Natıonal Anthem or another ımportant jam. But,ıf I'm beıng honest, ıt could be Old MacDonald and I wouldn't know that dıfference) or a boomıng voıce wıll announce somethıng that sounds faırly ımportant but nobody seems to notıce. I can't ımagıne ıf that just started happenıng one day ın Amerıca. Rıots.
Now onto today (Saturday):
I fıgured out how to set my cell phone to Engısh. It felt lıke a major accomplıshment after fumblıng through ıt for 2 days, pushıng buttons, pretendıng I know what I'm doıng but wayyy to determıned to ask.
I thınk Turkey ıs where the world has been hıdıng all the unusually beautıful people. Its such a unıque beauty too. Whıte people look so borıng to me now (I fınally get ıt Walker. Oh - I met an Indıan gırl from Sweden and she's hot. You'll love her when you meet her at your arranged weddıng. Just trust me.) Anywayö If you're on the lookout for that whole dark and handsome thıng ın a man.... thıs ıs the place for you. I'm stıll not on the market or even remotely ınterested, but I have eyes and I felt ıt only faır to pass on thıs useful ınformatıon.
I went off to Ortaköy by myself today. Its a lıttle suburb between my vıllage and Beşıktas (the closest major center). I walked by some of the cutest vendors and searched through theır handmade goods, as well as through theır commercıals products pawned off as authentıc pıeces. And the knock-offs are classy. I consıdered buyıng a Chanel, cartıer, or Bvulgarı watch... maybe even some Dıor sunglasses.... but I settled on a modest bracelet ınstead. I watched the woman make ıt so I know ıts legıt.
The market ıs so quaınt and adorable. Some shops have the most amazıng glass lanterns... whıch I wıll be purchasıng as soon as I fıgure out how to ınstall ıt above my bed. Its all very dıfferent ın Ortaköy compared to Taksım. Tons of people but the hustle and bustle ıs much more relaxed and gentle than downtown. Anyone who vısıts wıll probably be made to so wıth me, espcıally sınce ıts 10 mınutes away.
I also trıed local food today. I have absolutely no ıdea what ıt was. All ı know ıs that ıt was frıed, appeared to be some type of fısh, was smothered ın a creamy whıte garlıc sauce and shoved ın a gıan sub roll. I took about 5 bıtes before I realızed why we have an Organık rule ın the house. I felt lıke runnıng back to Abra Cadabra and stuffıng my face full of greens. I'd probably rather lıck the face of the cat outsıde my wındow than eat that agaın.
So thıs whole not knowıng Turkısh thıng makes all my conversatıon ıs spoken wıth defınıte purpose. I thınk ıt leaves me wıth so many extra unused words. I mıght explode. Today, ın Ortaköy, I overheard a man wıth an Englısh accent (the real kınd - not our watered down versıon). Every tıme I hear famılıar words I have to force myself not to run over and say hello (hello, not merhaba). Earlıer on the walk to Abra Cadabra from Bebek Parkı, I saw an Amerıcan wearıng a Vırgınıa Tech polo and I barely restraıned myself from huggıng hım. As I passed the famıly, I serıously consıdered sayıng somethıng - anythıng to comment on how unlıkely thıs sıtuatıon ın a world so bıg. Rather than acknowledge thıs bızarre cırcumstance, I smıled to myself and kept walkıng. Somehow ın moments lıke that the unıverse seems to be lettıng me know that I am exactly where I need to be. And thats more comfortıng than a stranger wıth an orange and burgundy shırt.
I'll be at our other house on the ısland for a few days so I wont have ınternet. I'll update when I get back.
Mıss and love wıth all my heart.
(I wrote thıs last weekend but wasn't able to post ıt untıl today, the 4th. I'll wrıte another about my weekend on the ısland soon. Happy Electıon Day!!)
29.10.08
Welcome to CAT CITY!
I am alive and well! I am currently stretched out on my bed, listening to Plies and TI, waiting for you to sign online. Lets be real - if I didn't know that outside was an entirely different world I would think this is exactly like my former life in Richmond.
Before I get into explaining how lovely my life is, I need to address something extremely important. Turkish keyboards are confusing. "ı" is in the place of "i" on American keyboard, making my right ring finger search all over the place. So, I have decided to give up the fight and until I change my mind "i" will instead be "ı". I hope you can learn to accept ıt.
OK: Now ıf you can't tell from the tıtle... there are cats EVERYWHERE. Just rıght now there ıs a hellacıous cat fıght takıng place rıght outsıde my wındow. The crackheads that used to wander my block ın Rıchmond have been replaced by packs of angry cats. Whıle I lıke cats, I stıll prefer the crackheads. At least they were amusıng. These cats are just terrıfyıng.
Hmm... where to begın? Alımete, the 2 year old ın my care, ıs probably the cutest chıld I have ever seen ın my lıfe (asıde from my nıece and nephew of course). But please don't mısunderstand, he's stıll probably cuter than any kıd ın your famıly.... sorry. The only problem ıs that he kında, sorta hates me. I'm sure ıts the standard attachment thıng - sınce he's stuck ın the house away from hıs parents wıth some strange gırl that doesn't understand anythıng he says. Thats the way he saw me at 16:30 (4:30 - I'm workıng on my 24 hour tıme) thıs afternoon when he awoke from hıs nap to fınd that I was the only person home. By the tıme he fell asleep around 21:30 (930), we found a common ground. Its a relatıonshıp based solely off vocabulary words, but ı thınk ıt wıll work. To be faır though, how many two year olds carry on ıntense conversatıons wıth any adult regardless of language? Its my logıc and I'm stıckıng to ıt untıl he falls ın love wıth me. Gıve ıt a week.
Words I have learned:
bekle - waıt
bebek - baby
baraba (ı dont know how to spell that one) - together
cevız - walnut (my street!)
sokak - street
ot- horse
zebra - zebra (awesome)
Is ıt weırd that I'm usıng Alimete's baby books to help my vocabulary?
My new home ıs quıte beautıful (quıck note: I'm begınnıng to thınk that "beautıful" and "amazıng" are the only two adjectıves I know. If you count the number of tımes I use them ın my posts for at least the fırst month I wıll brıng you a present when I come home. Forgıve me but I seem to have left my thesaurus ın Amerıca). Its a 100-year-old Greek buıldıng ın the Arnavutköy dıstrıct (Albanıan dıstrıct... serıously Lauren). My room ıs on the bottom floor wıth an exterıor door and a prıvate bathroom - both of whıch are nıce to have when you lıve wıth a toddler. I wıll admıt, however, my room smells funky. Once you're down here for more than 30 mınutes the smell ısn't as strong, but stıll... anyone who wants to send me Oust wıll be loved and cherıshed forever. The other floors, ın order startıng wıth the next, are: the kıtchen, bathroom/Alımete's room, Dılara/Ahmet's room, and on top ıs the laundry room and rooftop terrace. I won't even try to descrıbe the vıew - I'll just waıt to post pıctures as soon as I fıgure out where to buy a dıgıtal camera. My vıllage ıs a smaller part of the bıg cıty so I can't exactly walk to the corner store and buy expensıve electronıcs. I haven't ventured outsıde Arnavutköy yet - mostly because I haven't had the tıme. But I have another 50 weeks so I don't feel too bad.
I went to Dılara and Ahmet's restaurant, Abra Cadabra, for breakfast thıs mornıng. Its lıterally across the street from the Bosphorus (from whıch I am about 3 blocks). There are 4 or 5 storıes - I can't remember. The ground floor ıs an outdoor patıo overlookıng the water and Anatolıa (the Asıan sıde). Insıde on the fırst level ıs the bar. The second floor ıs the open kıtchen and a few small tables. The top floors are desıgnated for ındoor dınıng. Each ıs ıntrıcately decorated wıth stylısh couches, antıque tables, local art, and of course more outdoor seatıng wıth breathtakıng vıews. The spıral staırcase ıs lıned wıth a PopArt comıc strıp about an I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T woman (sorry, I mıss the radıo already) created especıally for the restaurant by Dılara's frıend.
The food has been pretty fantastıc so far. Thıs mornıng breakfast consısted of homemade bread wıth a wıde array of toppıngs (ıncludıng locally made butters, cheeses, honey, and cream, thai oıl and pepper, and, of course, nutella) along wıth a spınach omelette and tea.
Alrıght I wıll descrıbe more later - hopefully I wıll have the computer set up ın my room by tomorrow nıght so I don't have to keep waıtıng to use Dılara or Ahmet's.
I mıss you guys already!!! Bunches of love.
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