Photo courtesy of Mr. Selahattin Özbozkurt. Thank you Selahattin bey! And believe it or not, I enjoyed your prying into my personal details during the interview Selahattin bey. I may not have answered some of the questions you asked, but I know that you were just...
My new hat, a gift from Orhan bey, the history teacher, standing in front of the screen. Expect to see this hat appear in future photos, because sometimes that knit cap I’ve been wearing is just too warm. I don’t remember who took this photo, but thank you...
I don’t have my pack with me because I had left it in Mersin. For most of the trip across the Cukurova plain (Silifke, Mersin, Adana, Osmaniye) I’ll be basing out of someone’s house, and commuting to work each day via minibus.
A football game with the TAC faculty. When someone told me there were no boundaries, and we were free to bounce the ball off the walls, I knew this was a group I wanted to play with. Thank you for the photo, Donna!
I made a lunch stop in Atakent, where I had one of my favorite lunches, kasarli pide (cheese melted on flatbread) and ayran. Atakent is a summer town, so most places were closed, but this place was pretty hopping.
On my way through Atayurt this morning, Nurullah bey (at left) waved me over for tea. He and Mehmet bey are retired farmers, Nurullah of strawberries and tomatoes, Mehmet of lemons and oranges. Nurullah has 13 grandchildren, one of whom is named Mert (the same name I...
Today’s walk to Kiz Kalesi started in her hometown of Silifke. Above is the Goksu river on its way to the Mediterranean, with Silifke’s castle on top of the hill in the background.
This is a group photo with the Tarsus American College guardian angels and their classmate Birsu. Left to right: Lara, Pinar, Birsu, me, Dilek, Elif, Oya, and Bade.
My host tells me kelle is a local specialty. Unfortunately, it is apparently a nightmare cholesterol-wise. I suspect I’ll be claiming cholesterol problems on this one.
