Sheraton Hotel & Convention Center Ankara
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... links in Paul's allegory become logically clearer an serve to actually strengthen the point he is trying to make.
As Paul enters into his argument, it becomes readily apparent that the content of his argument relies on a layered analogy constructed with seemingly odd connections. What has long been noted as a difficulty in interpreting the passage is the relationship between Hagar, Mt. Sinai, the Sinai covenant, and slavery. Scholars have ...
... with Zeki in the cubicle with me holding the drip. But while we were doing this I somehow dislodged the needle in my arm. When I got back to the bed I looked at my arm and noticed that it had turned into a big balloon of fluid from the drip. I panicked and screamed - I thought I was going to die for a minute, but Zeki got a nurse and she took the drip out. When I was discharged I went home to sleep. I still have stomach pains, but I'm taking it easy and Zeki is looking after me. ...
... across the square, and the blue lights from a bridge could be seen. After a while, a gentleman came to take our orders. When I asked for tea with milk, he said "No milk." I replied "Yes, milk." And my tea came with milk and a smile. On the return to the hotel, we took a pedestrian bridge, which swayed as we crossed. I hadn't realized it was a swinging bridge until that moment. Several dogs picked us up on the other side, ...
... Square in Ankara, call Kizilay. This shopping center was huge and ridiculous. We went through some shops, ate food, and headed back after the long day.
We had Monday off so we got caught up on homework and reading for class. Since then we've had lectures on the history of Turkish Politics, Environmental NGO's in Turkey, and Turkish foreign policy towards Post-Soviet countries. All very interesting, but my favorite was ...
... in trepidation, but everything is still there. Our genial driver unbinds the luggage and in gratitude we pay him 20 lire (US$ 12) instead of the 15 he had originally asked.
The bus station is huge. It reminds me of the bus station at Buenos Aires (see our 2005 visit to Argentina).
“Wherever do we start? There must be a hundred bus companies here.”
More by luck than judgment we find ourselves in ...