In my three years of living in Mongolia, my father was my only visitor. He arrived the night before I did, and was there for the first two weeks of my new life. Don’t get me wrong, I was thankful to have a fellow family member there–to have him see where I would be living and working. However, I expect he left with many questions about how my life would proceed. His concerns were not…
Shortly after I arrived into Turkey we had a week-long holiday called Bayram, or Eid, depending on where you are in the world. It is a festival of sacrifice for followers of the Islamic faith. For those of us that are not Muslim, it was an opportunity to have one last holiday before we dug into the work of educating students. As I had spent my summer in Mongolia procuring my Visa for Turkey and…
It is hard to believe that I have already been in Turkey for over two months, and that I have NOT yet made the time to post an update here. I keep waiting for things to S-L-O-W D-O-W-N. But it seems that may not be something that will happen. There is always someone new to meet or get to know, some place new to jet off to for the weekend, and if you can believe…