I’ve set myself up here, because you’ve told me I must include photos. My daily life has gotten too busy to be out with my camera much, heck to even BE out. Mondays, like today, are filled with Turkish homework and then preparation and delivery as a facilitator in a 2-hour online Soliya session (www.soliya.net).
It is now 7:30pm, and I have more homework but decided to scroll Facebook while I ate dinner. A fellow blogger is saying it for me today! http://lovelifeistanbul.wordpress.com/2013/03/25/a-lesson-in-abundance-from-turkey/
Here, a yabancı whose name and gender I don’t know is recounting a street story – they are so often available to all of us, when we are out and walking slowly –walking slowly in itself is the subject of a post as yet unwritten.
Slowly enough, that is, to follow the music.
Although I live here, I am yearning to visit Istanbul…A friend and I have our first hammam (public bath) date on Thursday. You’ll hear all about it, eventually. I am mindfully documenting eating establishments and experiences…our first visitors arrive soon.
As you know, I watch ferries traveling from my window, and late last week, I’d had it! No time to go anywhere, I hadn’t been on a ferry for over a week! If I hadn’t found a friend to travel with me to Istiklal Caddesi just for çay, I would have simply taken a round trip ferry ride by myself!
It isn’t exactly all work and no play, we’ve entertained at home. We hosted a birthday party for a French friend, organized by a German friend, both from Turkish class, and their Turkish girlfriend, and wife and baby, respectively. I got up early Saturday morning and added a bakkal (small grocery, although this one’s on steroids) and a couple of bakery stops to Lucy’s walk. We fired up the çay samovar, I cooked Turkish scrambled eggs, called menemen, and ate pastırma (Turkish “bacon” made of dried, cured beef) for the first time.
The birthday boy brought börek from a good bakery. This version of börek resembled lasagna stuffed with cheese and herbs and wrapped in a phyllo crust, without the sauce, but laden with butter. Börek is ubiquitous and comes in many variations. It is also sort of like the little girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead…when she was good, she was very very good, and when she was bad, she was horrid. Jim first encountered such a horrid börek, he thinks he doesn’t like it, even after eating a good one. Arne and his wife baked a succulent chocolate birthday cake, so after our rich Turkish breakfast, we sang Happy Birthday in English and served it.
Enjoy the post I have linked to. There is a Syrian angle to the story. Not surprisingly, there are many Syrians in Turkey, each with a heartrending report.