So I’m babysitting my little 5 year old on a play date the other day, and he and his friend are chatting.
Friend: My nanny taught me about this man named “God”.
My kid: What’s God?
And then this conversation ensues. Awesome.
Happy Easter!
American-style Easter brunch on the porch this afternoon. Apparently no one else eats pancakes for breakfast, so we made some delicious flapjacks with bananas and chocolate. The foreigner pals were delighted!
Happy Easter to everyone back home!
the cats are gone.
My roommate’s mom took my best furry pals home with her today without any warning. I am sort of miserable. Misi and Fır Fır, I miss you already!
last weekend’s jaunt to the Mediterranean
This past weekend we headed to the Mediterranean coast. With a $5 flight and about $30 a day for all food and lodging, living the good life ain’t hard in Turkey’s Med. We had a relaxing weekend with beaches to ourselves, delicious food, and interesting people. We also got to go to our friend Caner’s hometown, a cute little harbor village, and hang out with his family. I’ll post some pictures from our trip below.
eggplant stuffed with spicy minced meat, yogurt with garlic and purple cabbage, rice with raisins, prepared by my pal Serkan.
on the verge of paradise
The weather is finally getting better here. Spring is in the air, and it may actually be here to stay. Life in Istanbul is already pretty lovely, but once the warm weather hits it will be sublime.
Black Sea beach, trips to the Belgrad Forest, sumptuous breakfast by the Bosphorus, Sunday strolls and people watching on the shores, rooftop clubs and bars, my balcony with a Bosphorus view, (several) trips to the Mediterranean planned for April.
Expect many more pictures. Expect to be jealous.
And please cross your fingers that I pass my classes!
delghec asked: I am happy to see that you like typical Turkish breakfast. You are also lucky that you can have your breakfast in Bosphorıs atmosphere with charming sun.
Turkish breakfast is my religion these days! You’re right, I am very lucky.
