Travel Blogs from Osmangazi
Today started noisily. Before dawn hit, the mosque that is not 20 feet from our hotel blasted the daily early morning call to prayer, which is fine. Except for the fact that the speakers are pointing at our window, and this particular caller was more of a wailer than anything I've heard in my life. Oh that apartment can't come soon enough.
Every time I write one of these things, I want to come back and edit and make it twice as long, because there is so much to write about. It's an information overload and I strive to get it all out here to give as well-rounded a picture as I can.
Last notes on Istanbul. Street cats are everywhere. They fight, the scamper about, beg for …
... and out of your sphere. And I don't think there's a greater incentive to appreciate those people, whoever they are, for everything they are and aren't, equally.
A late night. Rest for now. Some words for the night:
Before I bid you adieu, do this one thing for me:
Out of the trillions of numbers in the world,
Just leave me a few that lead to you,
I won't be long, and I'll see you in the morning, true.
... I absolutely savor them now. I was standing at the board, talking about the grammatical difference between "either" and "neither" last night, and for a split second I thought, 'This is so strange. I'm leading a group of adults in a class session of learning, and I'm doing it comfortably, I'm doing it confidently. Where did that come from?'
I've almost never been comfortable speaking in front of people. I've never enjoyed being the center of a room. When did I ...