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Recently I had the pleasure of watching a Semsazen, which is a traditional "dance" better known a whirling Dervish ceremony. After an iftar with some students (the nightly dinner during Ramadan where everyone breaks the fast) we headed into a neighborhood up on the hill of the mountain. Interestingly placed, as the crowded apartment building blocks suddenly gave way to a more open area which hosted a çay bahçe (tea garden) and a ...
... is as a contained energy and a calm surface, a subtle façade that hides almost all emotions if your not attentive to the nuance of her expression. And I love how I could always grasp more understanding from those details than in her respectably developed English skills.
"What have you been up to lately?" I asked, expecting a standard response, when she lays out in deliberate and unflinching fashion, "I have fallen in love, with ...
... woe. Our landlord, a person whom I generally loath and cannot for the life of me understand how the man runs a building, is quite lazy, and in general never on his game. We pay him our internet bill, and he is supposed to take care of it from there. Each month when pay time comes around, and the money is delivered in a timely fashion, out internet cuts out for about a week. Why, you may ask, does such a thing happen? Other than the fact that the man is ...
Friday's are my day off, and despite waking up at around 11:30, Ryan and I made the best of it.
First, we headed to the clock tower which is located in a little park with a fabled views of the city. The park itself is dotted with little cafes here and there, and then a great terrace to a sweeping panorama. For some reason, chickens scurried everywhere, adding to the list on animals who call the streets home I guess. On the walk there, we passed an old Ottoman ...
... think about how amazed her mom would have
been to know she was actually in Turkey watching the Dirvishes whirl
before her eyes! As a young girl, she heard her mom complain that
she and her sisters were racing around the place like Whirling
Dirvishes, not knowing what they were! What a wonderful remembrance
A long, eight-hour bus ride took us to Bursa, where we found a budget
hotel next to the one suggested in our Lonely Planet ...