havalimanı'da

07.08 0621 O, my, where to start? The last few days here have been a whirlwind of adventure and lost sleep, mafia drama and huge women washing sixteen of our women with their pendulous breasts swinging back and forth with their arms over us. Right now, I’m sitting at the airport with a venti latte in front of me (like limes, there is no soy milk in Turkey, apparently, which was a huge disappointment) and a somewhat full tummy, thinking of the rest of my group (minus Sonja and hocam) who are hopefully on the plane right now, waiting for their takeoff in half an hour (and four minutes). My thoughts are with them as I try to catalogue the last few days; as I sit here and wonder where Ryan is, trying to trace his flight path in mine head; and as I really miss soy milk. Be patient.

0626 Since I have time here, I think that I’ll just quickly pictograph a whole slew of entries and then reflect upon Istanbul and our class.