<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225</id><updated>2011-09-08T14:01:40.300-04:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='Islam'/><category term='famous Turk'/><category term='Mediterranean'/><category term='first post'/><category term='food'/><category term='Istanbul'/><category term='Turkish language'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='pre-departure'/><category term='region of Turkey'/><category term='family'/><category term='history'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Konya'/><category term='the premise'/><category term='culture clash'/><category term='outside of Turkey'/><category term='USA'/><category term='trip'/><category term='Ankara'/><category term='South East'/><category term='Turkey'/><category term='end of trip'/><title type='text'>Turkish Will Be Easy Right?</title><subtitle type='html'>Originally started to detail two sisters' trip to Turkey, now continued for a semester abroad in Ankara.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-8685314209065268133</id><published>2010-12-11T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:53:33.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on going</title><content type='html'>I have been listening to Turkish for the past year. It's not so easy to understand some of these people. Previously, all the Turks I met were from Ankara or Konya which I became accustomed to. It was easier to understand them. Now, however, I've met several Turks from the Black Sea region and their accent is much more difficult to understand. Also, when I am sitting there, no one takes the time to slow down their speech and make sure I can understand - which is totally fine with me. It makes it more difficult for me, but that's how to learn; and when they are speaking Turkish, it's usually in a casual, social atmosphere and there's no reason to make them struggle to speak English when I'm the only native speaker in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a blur. I was working a lot and dealing with a lot of personal issues. That's what growing up is, right? I don't regret these things happening, they will make me stronger, but it certainly is unpleasant to push through hard times. Of course, resilience comes from pushing on and that's the attitude I've had to have sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't returned to Turkey and I'm not sure when I will be able to. I have an itch to travel internationally again. I miss the disconcerting, uncomfortable feeling of being in a place that I don't fully understand and exploring new places. I am ready for a new atmosphere. But, my situation at the moment makes it a difficult thing to do, so I just sit patiently and wait for the right opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this has to do with Turkey...I've discovered two groups in the area (as I said before) that are very helpful. Unfortunately, with my work schedule, it has been rather difficult to attend any of their functions regularly. I try to go to the meetings, which are educational - mostly about Islam, but where I work is open until 10 or later, so it's hard. Then, there is an organization about an hour away that has Turkish courses (mostly for immigrant's children) and also English classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This September I received certification to teach English as a Second Language and I would love to use this to support myself in another country. Obviously, I would be most comfortable in Turkey, but I don't know when I will get the courage to leave the US and go out into the great big world again. As I get older, it seems a little scarier. Maybe because when I come back, I don't know what will be here for me and it's a little scary to leave the situation I am in (especially a fairly decent job) and jump. But, at some point, I'm just going to have to take the leap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Turkey? Teaching English? Traveling the world? Who knows what is next? :) Kendine iyi bak, iyi sansli...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-8685314209065268133?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/8685314209065268133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=8685314209065268133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8685314209065268133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8685314209065268133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2010/12/keep-on-going.html' title='Keep on going'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-3863983057785163966</id><published>2010-01-30T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:19:39.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found - Turkish organization!</title><content type='html'>Hello All (haha, like there's anyone out there at this point, really...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an update - went to my university and visited my wonderful Turkish friend there. Miss her so much - and Turkey - and Turkish food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, found that there are at least TWO (!!!!!!!!) organizations near my home that focus on Turkish culture and learning the language. I know one group is led by Cemaat members, but at this point, Turkish is Turkish and I miss hearing it. The other focuses more on Islam education, but since it's mostly Turkish members, it still helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I could find the time to visit...hope to soon (so I can have more to post about!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-3863983057785163966?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/3863983057785163966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=3863983057785163966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3863983057785163966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3863983057785163966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2010/01/found-turkish-organization.html' title='Found - Turkish organization!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-8670564042661539421</id><published>2009-11-17T23:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:02:13.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside of Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture clash'/><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Long time no...write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; long since I've posted anything. I have been doing the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-working&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping&lt;br /&gt;-working&lt;br /&gt;-working&lt;br /&gt;-working&lt;br /&gt;-visiting friends&lt;br /&gt;-working&lt;br /&gt;-learning to cook baklava (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;-working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope everyone (if there's anyone left!) can understand, commiserate, and anticipate further posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working constantly AND being able to visit with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mustafa&lt;/span&gt;! It's wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy that he is here. I've been learning a lot about Turks - out of their homeland, it's a little easier to see the contrasts with my own ideas - and about being in a relationship. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uggg&lt;/span&gt;...relationships are hard! But, totally worth it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone interested, I have NOT been back to Turkey since I returned in January. I am hoping to go back soon, but that's a rather vague &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;time frame&lt;/span&gt;. Right now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mustafa&lt;/span&gt; and I are trying to get on track with our lives. It's not very easy. No one seems to be hiring and I'm not sure if that's because of an &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; economic "crisis" or because of the &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt; of one. I'd like to find a wonderful job that makes me happy involving ANY of the following fields:&lt;br /&gt;-international relations (on a personal level - not necessarily political)&lt;br /&gt;-international aid&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;intra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;national aid&lt;br /&gt;-social service&lt;br /&gt;-community service/organization&lt;br /&gt;-non profit&lt;br /&gt;All of which, of course, don't find funding easy in situations and times like these. But, I hope and apply for positions and keep going where I am now because anything is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as I said, I've learned to cook baklava. I tried a few other dishes, but so far this has received the best response from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mustafa&lt;/span&gt; and some other Turks. I made some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sutlac&lt;/span&gt; (like sweet rice pudding) earlier this summer but it didn't go over too well - not enough sugar. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, I hope everyone can accept that as enough news.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep posting more regularly - about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mustafa&lt;/span&gt; and Turks and "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Turkishness&lt;/span&gt;" and all the trials and tribulations of cultural clashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-8670564042661539421?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/8670564042661539421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=8670564042661539421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8670564042661539421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8670564042661539421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-471050059545189962</id><published>2009-07-07T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:52:37.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES</title><content type='html'>So I have not wrıtten ın a long tıme... what have I been up to? Just working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right, just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am lucky enough to work with international students, so work has not been too bad - I've even been able to practice speaking in Turkish and have been immersed in Turkish conversations a lot. It's a great way to still feel connected to Turkey, although I still really miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to go back soon, but it's difficult because I am a recent graduate without a full time job and student debt. Plus, Mustafa is here in the US now and I can't imagine going to Turkey without him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope everyone is doing well. Sorry I've been a terrible blogger recently. Now that I'm adjusted to my *crazy* work schedule,  I will try to post more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendine iyi bak! (Take care of yourself!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-471050059545189962?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/471050059545189962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=471050059545189962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/471050059545189962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/471050059545189962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html' title='UPDATES'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-1422117515588609851</id><published>2009-04-27T14:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:37:09.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South East'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ankara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The MOVIE! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;am finally posting the MOVIE.&lt;/span&gt; I hope that you have learned enough through my blog to understand the context of this information. Some things will be repetitive (actually a lot of things), but I hope it will also make you laugh a little. I tried to throw in a little humor and cover some of the deeper issues at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This will be used in the presentations I plan to do in local high schools (let me know if you're interested, Virginia teachers!). Hopefully, it will expand the basic knowledge people have while giving a bit of personal insight into my experiences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really loved my semester and I can't wait to go back. I encourage everyone - student, teacher, young, old, boy, girl, rich, poor - to go out and visit a new country. It's a little daunting, but it's also amazing. And your life is so much richer afterwards!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just want to add that for a few of the songs, I have no idea what the lyrics are. I really tried to find out the lyrics or (poorly) translate them by myself so that I would have some idea about what I was putting behind certain pictures. However, there were a few that I just couldn't find. If they end up being crude, rude, or in any way offensive - I'm sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you would like to know the name or singer/group for a certain song, just let me know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, without further ado. For your enjoyment....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-20e0e30bd8916569" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20e0e30bd8916569%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329908828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78B3FCFA79A232BFEFEB682F6E50DA363265E639.7C8E2021AC8A76CBED25F578A7393668BF3652CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20e0e30bd8916569%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZsnBe7gpkV9GFIgkL1z-kTa6Sws&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20e0e30bd8916569%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329908828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78B3FCFA79A232BFEFEB682F6E50DA363265E639.7C8E2021AC8A76CBED25F578A7393668BF3652CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20e0e30bd8916569%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZsnBe7gpkV9GFIgkL1z-kTa6Sws&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-1422117515588609851?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=20e0e30bd8916569&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/1422117515588609851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=1422117515588609851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/1422117515588609851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/1422117515588609851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-d.html' title='The MOVIE! :D'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-7678386308447180360</id><published>2009-04-19T00:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:07:22.130-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of trip'/><title type='text'>Really back in America</title><content type='html'>I don't know how, but I've somehow managed to imagine that I could be here and there at the same time. That life in Turkey wasn't so far away and that jumping on a plane wasn't such an impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, with just two weeks left of my undergraduate career, I have to face the facts. I still have a lot to do - finish the movie, make my presentations (any east coast teachers interested?!), and find a job. I've got a summer thing lined up, but after October, I'll need something "real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to go back to Turkey. Everyone is asking when I will return, but it's undetermined. I have no timeline. Right now, I am focusing on the movie and finishing up the requirements for both my scholarship and my degree. Neither of which is easy. Sometime in May, I will finally be able to sit down and look at my life and say "This is what I'm going to do." Now, it's just "what will happen this week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be stressed. I should be sleepless. In fact, I have never felt so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will come next? I don't know, but I am sure it will be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-7678386308447180360?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/7678386308447180360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=7678386308447180360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7678386308447180360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7678386308447180360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/04/really-back-in-america.html' title='Really back in America'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-7120528005077965386</id><published>2009-03-27T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:43:39.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading this blog? Sign up as a Follower!</title><content type='html'>If anyone is consistently following my blog, please let me know by following! There is a gadget below the "Welcome" section to the right where you can sign up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really appreciate it if readers signed up to follow because the purpose of this blog (besides my own enjoyment) is to educate the online community and to serve as a tool - especially for teachers - to show life in a global/international context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I have to report results to the scholarship committee. Knowing how many people out there were interested in this blog would really help with the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AWESOME NEWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am working on the video right now and hopefully it will be ready in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has specific areas or topics they'd like to see in the film or that they think would be really interesting, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Don't forget to sign up as a follower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-7120528005077965386?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/7120528005077965386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=7120528005077965386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7120528005077965386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7120528005077965386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/03/reading-this-blog-sign-up-as-follower.html' title='Reading this blog? 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I need to reconnect with myself, my dreams, my hopes, my inner thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is going to be a short entry just to let everyone (if there is anyone at all) know that I am still thinking about the blog and processing ideas for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjusting to life back here has been difficult in a lot of unrecognizable ways. I didn't expect to be frustrated with somethings. I didn't expect to be happy about others. Sometimes, I feel like nothing has changed at all and sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy trying to put two very different worlds and experiences together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Turkish tea. I miss my host family. I miss trying to get one sentence out about my day in another language without stumbling over the verb conjugation. I miss learning new things and rejoicing in a new level of understanding. I miss smelling new foods on the street and being confused by some new social norm. I miss seeing headscarves all around me (although, luckily, I am still in school and there's a large international and Muslim student body here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I am happy to have my own family close by. I am happy to have Dr. Pepper. I am happy to have prepackaged foods and my own level of salt in my meals. I am happy that I can express myself clearly and easily whenever I want. I am happy that I do not have to stumble to ask for help. I am happy that I can eat plain old cereal for breakfast and that my yogurt is sweet and flavored like fruits. I am happy I don't have to worry about the legality of a headscarf. I am happy that I can meet new people and not be that "new, foreign girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird mixture of missing and happiness. As the time passes, it's even harder to remember exactly what the air smelled like or what it feels like to be surrounded by a language you don't fully comprehend. It's growing fainter, like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm trying to hold on to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a Turkish class at my university (they FINALLY are offering it!) and also a class about minorities in Turkey - taught by an AMAZING Turkish student with several other Turks in attendance. I will have a few things to say regarding both of these classes in the next posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for now, I will leave it at this. I miss Turkey immensely. Some of the students from my group already have plans to go back. I wish very, very deeply that I could, but I'm going to be responsible and work to pay back some of my student loans. I miss it a lot. And, because I both love, hate, miss, and wish good riddance to it, I know I am inextricably and forever tied to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more to say about Turkey. Don't worry. It's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-703703482273852452?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/703703482273852452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=703703482273852452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/703703482273852452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/703703482273852452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching up..'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-7570899694923894200</id><published>2009-02-02T21:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:18:22.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Different styles in different regions</title><content type='html'>One thing that truly marks Turkey is the variation across its area. From the edge of its Westernmost border with Bulgaria to its Easternmost with Iran and Iraq, no area has exactly the same styles of dressing traditionally. Of course, Gap, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dolce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gabbana&lt;/span&gt;, and Tommy Hilfiger have stormed the country, but in the villages - and sometimes in the cities - there is still a great diversity in how people dress. Here, I will try to show some examples although it is certainly not comprehensive and most of them will come from more eastern areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the cities, in general, people dress just like anyone from the United States. Jeans and t-shirts are very common, although it does seem that people take a little more consideration of what they wear. Sweatpants and sweatshirts were not nearly as common on my Turkish campus as they are on the US one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one exception to the "just like everyone else" dressing can be found among girls who are religiously minded and choose to express this in their clothing. Religiously minded boys might also have a slightly different dressing style, but in general girls are the most noticeable. This is because these girls (known by various names - turban girls, covered/closed girls, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tesettűr&lt;/span&gt; girls) generally wear a headscarf. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295800000780390770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52CtgHUXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KG8ouMSsmjE/s320/20070810033921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I never took any pictures of them for some reason, but I found this one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. It is a fair example of these girls. They are quite fashionable and the headscarf fashion is a big economy in Turkey now. Girls like this dress very nicely and their scarves come in all kinds of colors and patterns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.medyafaresi.com/?hid=6812&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cid&lt;/span&gt;=6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I have an example from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mersin&lt;/span&gt;/Adana region. This man is wearing what I call "tent pants." I know that is not the correct name, but I couldn't find out from anyone what the Turkish word for them was. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295799997766924690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52CiRpeZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ujo2xKIPctk/s320/DSC05154-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now, I find this unique because in the southeast near the coast, I only saw men wearing these pants, but in central Anatolian villages, a lot of middle-aged and older women wear pants just like these but sold in softer, more patterned fabrics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, moving eastward we come to somewhere between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kars&lt;/span&gt; and Van. I saw several women with their scarves tied like this. In general, I only saw plain white scarves in two places- the easternmost cities and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cappadocia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295800002080796690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52CyWJ8BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/A9H8L1jpn6s/s320/DSC05290-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The women in the east wore white scarves layered around their heads and then secured with another colorful scarf like a crown. I am not sure, but I think I heard someone say that the colorful scarf can be (or historically was) used to mark which family a women came from. But, that's completely uncertain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, moving a little further south to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Doğubayaz&lt;/span&gt;ıt, this man is probably Iranian. I saw only a &lt;em&gt;very, very few&lt;/em&gt; men wearing headscarves like this one. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295800002575465682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52C0MF_NI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HO5zRky7E_I/s320/DSC05330-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When I asked our guide he said they were not common and that probably he was not an ethnic Turk. BUT, he was still &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Turkey, so it counts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These next two pictures come from a very small Kurdish village near Van. The woman was baking bread. There was another woman with her and when she noticed us taking pictures, she &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52Te8m_7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3_tJeyje5U8/s1600-h/DSC05346-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295800288931151794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52Te8m_7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3_tJeyje5U8/s200/DSC05346-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;made sure her scarf was properly positioned. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52ZIhNBLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0XpYbPROsp4/s1600-h/DSC05358-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295800385989838002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52ZIhNBLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0XpYbPROsp4/s200/DSC05358-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One guide said the little girl was dressed for a wedding and then another said this was a normal way to dress for Kurds. I am not sure which is correct, but seeing as I could hear a wedding party proceeding, I tend to believe it was for the party - &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; since the other children in this picture are dressed "normally."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, lastly, back to the center. This woman was walking through a small town in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cappadocia&lt;/span&gt;. I saw four other women dressed like her and it was the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; time I ever saw women with a long, free flowing white scarf like this and then another, smaller one to cover the face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295800010629479442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52DSMUfBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-sKnI6w1Ws8/s320/DSC05554-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In these pictures, some of the faces are blacked out either because I was not able to ask for permission or because I do not want to break the subject's code of modesty. In others, nothing is blacked out because the subjects were clearly comfortable with their attire and walking in a public area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you can see here some of the diversity that Turkey encompasses. And, each difference in dress is also characterized by differences in opinion, culture, maybe language, and background, so the society is really facing a lot of issues when trying to come to terms with its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;heterogeneity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-7570899694923894200?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/7570899694923894200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=7570899694923894200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7570899694923894200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7570899694923894200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-styles-in-different-regions.html' title='Different styles in different regions'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX52CtgHUXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KG8ouMSsmjE/s72-c/20070810033921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-2096550859879224028</id><published>2009-01-28T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:06:17.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Turkish Delights! (Dessert!!!)</title><content type='html'>No, this post is not about lokum - what is known in English as Turkish delight. It is about Turkish &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desserts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dessert might just be my favorite part of any meal and here are a few of the outstanding examples from Turkey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My host mom loved to make pudding... I know that is not exactly Turkish, but she did it in such a unique and professional way that I really want to include a picture of it. Inside the pudding, at the bottom of every bowl was a cookie and the pudding would soak into it and make it moist, then sometimes she would add orange to the pudding for added flavor, and on top of it all she would slice bananas and sprinkle coconut powder! Delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295788666020397202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX5ru8OvgJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5t2i4hnTPSk/s320/DSC04983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another dish she loved to make (and made very, very well) was aşure (pronounced: ashureh). This is a very traditional and special dessert. There is a special month in which lots of people usually prepare aşure and tradition requires that, once made, the preparer shares it with everyone they know. I mentioned we had aşure at Thanksgiving, but that was not the normal time. Usually it is prepared after a few weeks after Kurban Bayram (the month is according to the Muslim calender, so I am not sure when it actually started). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295788671558902098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX5rvQ3OYVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LcEzbSTh-M8/s320/DSC05936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aşure is special because it commemorates the end of the flood which Noah survived. At the end of the long rains the only food left in the ship was grains and dried things, so aşure usually has rice, maybe some other grains, sugar (lots of it!), nuts, beans, and dried fruit. And, there should &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; be at least 7 ingredients. Here is a picture of all the aşure bowls poured out. My host mom always put crushed almonds and walnuts with pomegranate seeds on top to finish the recipe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, of course, what would life in Turkey be like without baklava?! Here are two &lt;em&gt;handmade&lt;/em&gt; versions (which are usually different from store bought). My boyfriend's mother made these in preparation for Kurban Bayram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX5sFYECIkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/axbDW7_Z-vM/s1600-h/DSC05572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295789051448795714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX5sFYECIkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/axbDW7_Z-vM/s200/DSC05572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX5sT7KZ56I/AAAAAAAAAI0/TYQkch0xqIc/s1600-h/DSC05573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295789301388928930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX5sT7KZ56I/AAAAAAAAAI0/TYQkch0xqIc/s200/DSC05573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shows the kind of variation that you can find in desserts...both of these are baklava even though they look really different!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, this last one is called helva. It is a made from semolina (which is crushed up wheats). It has a really strange consistency (although, helva actually has lots of variations). This one is usually served warm with some powdered pistachio on top...but it takes some time to get used to it. And some people &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295788674097733698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX5rvaUh4EI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JK9sa_aZag4/s320/DSC05566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is just the beginning of Turkish desserts...I could eat just desserts there, but then I wouldn't have any space for the bread, kebabs, and everything else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-2096550859879224028?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/2096550859879224028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=2096550859879224028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2096550859879224028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2096550859879224028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/01/turkish-delights-dessert.html' title='Turkish Delights! (Dessert!!!)'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SX5ru8OvgJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5t2i4hnTPSk/s72-c/DSC04983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-5316861754653160865</id><published>2009-01-22T00:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:13:26.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of trip'/><title type='text'>Back at my home university!</title><content type='html'>Well, it sure feels strange to be starting classes again. I missed the first week of classes back in Virginia to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ODTU&lt;/span&gt; exams and now I'm running around like a madman trying to figure out paperwork, transfer credits, and other loose ends that everyone else took care of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been hit fully with the "Wow, I'm home!" feeling yet, but I am waiting for it. I ran into an old friend on the sidewalk today and told her I knew I would get the reverse culture shock over something really small. It's little things that always make you realize just how different everything is. For instance, when I was in Turkey I wanted to bake chocolate chip cookies for my host family. Firstly, I couldn't find brown sugar (at least, not like American brown sugar). Then, no chocolate chips. I made the cookies using substitutions and then, when they were finished cooking, they were a really weird consistency. They were fully cooked, but all the undersides were too moist. That night I really felt terrible and wanted to be back in America where I knew cookie-making would be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just waiting for the small thing that will set me off wishing for Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on top of all that, this is my last semester as an undergraduate student, so I am trying to figure out what to do with my life after graduation. Luckily, I should be at school most of the time and won't have a lot of chances to hear "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;, what &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; your plans for life?" That's one fortunate part about missing Christmas break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will post more about Bulgaria soon (I know, I keep delaying it!), but at the moment, my computer is on the fritz, I'm catching up on homework, and still adjusting. But, don't worry, I'm far from finished...too much left to say about Turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your patience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-5316861754653160865?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/5316861754653160865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=5316861754653160865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5316861754653160865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5316861754653160865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-at-my-home-university.html' title='Back at my home university!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-5327818842260467545</id><published>2009-01-13T23:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:13:26.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of trip'/><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Everything has been happening so fast - last minute travel, last minute gift buying, last minute packing. I can't believe I've headed home and am sitting at my desk writing this from the company of my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly sorry for not posting before I returned, but the last few weeks of my program were full of lots of goodbyes, last minute plans, and lack of internet access. Nothing seemed to be going right and no computers at the internet cafes would take my memory card (and I really wanted to post pictures of Bulgaria for everyone!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the next few days I will be posting more about Bulgaria, the last few weeks, and the return home. It seems impossible now to completely describe my experience, but I will try...while also continuing to post about Turkish topics - because I still have a lot more to say about food, clothing, and random other interesting things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, forgive me once again for delaying. I am still dealing with ODTU classes- I have to write a paper tomorrow and turn it in with my exam two days later, so I am racing the clock to finish up all the loose ends trailing behind me from Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-5327818842260467545?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/5327818842260467545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=5327818842260467545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5327818842260467545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5327818842260467545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-3887361271758128029</id><published>2008-12-23T11:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:12:49.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous Turk'/><title type='text'>Famous Turks: Atatürk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mustafa Kemal Atatürk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is the founder of the Turkish Republic. He led the war of Independence, he started the modernization project in Turkey, he romanized the Turkish language, he did everything possible to bring Turkey towards Europe, towards 'modernity,' and towards success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Turkey, there is no one - and I mean NO ONE - more important than Ataturk. He is the father of Turkey, the father of the natıon, and probably one of the greatest figures of the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it is more possible to examine Ataturk's life and reforms more critically, but most Turks still revere him with little criticism. On all national holidays pictures of Ataturk can be found everywhere - they are hung from all government buildings, schools, and pretty much everywhere else. Alongside the Turkish flag, the (almost always) stern face of Ataturk stares down at all who walk through the cıty. I am not sure how ıt ıs ın other cities, but ın Ankara, Ataturk is an ever present, all seeing figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example from the internet of Ataturk portraits. While I found these on the internet, there are so many pictures it's impossible to credit who took them, painted them, or created them. You can find pictures of him doing just about anything so that he can be a patron for any and all professions and all of his citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every classroom there ıs a pıcture of Ataturk and (I&lt;em&gt; thınk&lt;/em&gt;) also a copy of the natıonal anthem, &lt;em&gt;İstiklal Marşı&lt;/em&gt;, or Independence March. The natıonal anthem ıs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;dıffıcult to sıng and I do not envy Turkish school chıldren who have to learn ıt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year on the day of Ataturk's death, a cannon ıs fıred ın each Turkish cıty (and maybe the towns) and there are also sırens that go off ın Ankara. The day ıs not a holıday - I mean, people work - but ıt ıs stıll a very specıal day for Turks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addıtıon, there was a great mausoleum or tomb buılt for Ataturk ın Ankara. It ıs a very ımposıng buıldıng and ınsıde there ıs a museum about Ataturk's lıfe and also about the war for ındependence. This is what the mausoleum looks lıke ın wınter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275897500749551122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STfA0vOMVhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JSJNgSFp0HY/s320/an%C4%B1t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the part where the tomb ıs, but there ıs a large courtyard ın front and a long road leadıng up to the mausoleum lıned wıth lıons...some parts of the mausoleum are modeled after Hıttıte art and archıtecture (sınce Ataturk used the Hıttıtes to unıte and ground the new Turkish Republic ın a non-Ottoman hıstory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ataturk ıs stıll so ımportant to Turks that sayıng anythıng negatıve about hım can get you ın trouble. Hıs legacy ıs taken very serıously and Turks look to hım for a model of what they should be lıke. He is lıke the U.S. foundıng fathers, only more beloved, more revered, and more ımportant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-3887361271758128029?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/3887361271758128029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=3887361271758128029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3887361271758128029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3887361271758128029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/12/famous-turks-atatrk.html' title='Famous Turks: Atatürk'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STfA0vOMVhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JSJNgSFp0HY/s72-c/an%C4%B1t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-7802710362291099182</id><published>2008-12-21T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:15:33.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside of Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Christmas!....in Bulgaria!</title><content type='html'>Have no fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting all about Christmas after I return from a trip to Bulgaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several friends there and I wanted to celebrate Christmas with special people since I won't be with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I return I will include a post about Christmas in Bulgaria &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I heard a Christmas carol yesterday when I went shopping...it was the first one and it was amazing to hear it. I'm sure everyone in America is tired of hearing them, but it was great to hear &lt;em&gt;just one&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-7802710362291099182?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/7802710362291099182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=7802710362291099182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7802710362291099182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7802710362291099182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmasin-bulgaria.html' title='Christmas!....in Bulgaria!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-642148318136310510</id><published>2008-12-19T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:13:44.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkish language'/><title type='text'>Basic Turkish!</title><content type='html'>Now, since I have been in Turkey for a few months, I think it is time to give everyone a little Turkish lesson. There are some very easy and basic things that can get you a long way when visiting Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love to hear their language spoken and appreciate it when tourists try to speak a little Turkish. Well, that's not always true. In Istanbul and Antalya, people will &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; speak English to you if you look foreign, no matter how much Turkish you try to speak with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's still fun to try things out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merhaba!       (Mer-ha-ba - mer is like the beginning of mermaid)    Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Nasılsın?                 (Nah- sill-sin)                                                               How are you?&lt;br /&gt;    Nasılsınız?           (ıf you are talking to someone older or if you just met)&lt;br /&gt;Nerelisin?                (Ner-ell-iss- sin)                                                          Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Amerikalıyım          (Amer-ika-luh-um)                                                     I'm American.&lt;br /&gt;Çok güzelsin.           (Choke goo-zell-sin)                                                     You are very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Tuvalet nerede?      (Too-va-let ner-eh-day?)                                          Where is the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;Seni seviyorum.      (sen-ee Sev-ee-your-um)                                         I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Günaydın.                 (Goon-eye-din)                                                          Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;İyi günler/akşamlar/geceler.                                                         Good afternoon/evenıng/nıght.&lt;br /&gt;                                        (Ee-yee goon-ler/ ak-sham-lar/ geh-jeh-ler)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Now you have the most important parts of Turkish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;İyi günler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-642148318136310510?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/642148318136310510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=642148318136310510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/642148318136310510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/642148318136310510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/12/basic-turkish.html' title='Basic Turkish!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-6145699388481302008</id><published>2008-12-17T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:14:56.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Kurban Bayram</title><content type='html'>So, since the holiday has finished, I can tell more about what it is like to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important part of the holiday is the sacrifice of an animal. As I said before, the holiday marks the day that Abraham almost sacrificed his own son to God. At the last moment, God told Abraham to keep his son and to sacrifice an animal instead. Today, Muslims all over the world remember Abraham's trust in God as well as God's compassion. They sacrifice cows, bulls, and sheep (but usually only one per family). The meat is shared among neighbors, family, and the poor. In this way, the holiday is also about community support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holiday is four days long. The first are for sacrificing the animals and the last is for visiting. But, since only one day is needed for sacrificing, there are actually three visiting days, since each family can choose a different day for sacrificing, the visiting days change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of a family preparing the meat after the sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280448283656158562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SUfrvKolfWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9UiPlZtihNA/s320/DSC05564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the main religious aspect is about the sacrifice, the bayram also (seems) to be very important for bringing families together. Just like Christmas, families come together from all over the country to visit each other and spend time together. But, since many people still live close to one another and families are often quite big, visiting takes a long time. Also, in Turkey, people don't come to one house and visit there together. They go to their parents' house and from there go out to other relatives' and say hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a special process for visiting. I thınk this may have begun to dissolve in cities, but in the village it is still important. The youngest relatives visit the oldest ones first and then the oldest ones can visit the younger ones. For example, my boyfriend's father is the oldest brother in his family, so all his siblings came to his house. After everyone came there, &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; he went to visit them at their own houses. Each family buys a LOT of candy and hands it out as people visit. In addition, small children walk around the neighborhoods and gather candy - kind of like Halloween, except without costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really interesting to watch the sacrificing of the sheep, although I didn't &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; watch the cutting of its throat. I stood behind the animal and only saw its blood going out. The sheep was very quiet. On the news, there were some cows that were running around and escaping but the one I saw was very calm. In addition, it was a new experience to eat the meat of an animal I had seen alive just a few hours before...I felt a little strange eating mutton later that day, but at the same time I think it gives you a greater appreciation for what you are eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was really interesting to be there and I am glad I was able to see how other people celebrate their holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-6145699388481302008?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/6145699388481302008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=6145699388481302008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/6145699388481302008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/6145699388481302008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/12/kurban-bayram.html' title='Kurban Bayram'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SUfrvKolfWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9UiPlZtihNA/s72-c/DSC05564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-2948454643592733517</id><published>2008-12-16T04:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:14:56.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Turkısh Tradıtıons: The Evil Eye!</title><content type='html'>In Turkey (and much of the Medıterranean countrıes) there ıs a tradıtıon lınked to the evıl eye. Other cultures and regıons have a sımılar tradıtıon, but the Medıterranean seems to be especıally aware of the evıl eye's power. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basıcally, the evıl eye may fall on anyone at anytıme, generally ın response to jealousy, envy, or anger. For example, ıf a sıster gets mad at her brother for somethıng the evıl eye mıght see the anger and then somethıng bad wıll happen to the brother. So, the evıl eye reacts to peoples' emotıons and then makes thıngs happen that correlate to what people feel....ıt's lıke your bad thoughts have the power to affect people's lıves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are several ways to ward off the power of people's emotıons. Fırstly, many houses have blue doors or gates. This can be seen from Spaın to Turkey to Egypt to Morocco. All along the Medıterranean coast there are brıllıant blue gates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the pıcture below you can see the garage gate ıs blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275887587212495538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STe3zsaxirI/AAAAAAAAAHs/baVllhd0AZs/s320/gate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue ıs supposed to be a protectıve color; doors and gates are blue so that the emotıons of those who enter wıll be made more peaceful and any harmful thoughts they mıght be thınkıng are drawn away from the people ınsıde the home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addıtıon, there ıs a very specıal tradıtıon known as the&lt;em&gt; nazar boncuğu (plural nazar boncukları)&lt;/em&gt;. These are the amulets that can be found over doors, on trucks, on rearvıew mırrors of cars, pınned to small chıldren, and just about anywhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Englısh we know them as 'evıl eye amulets' whıch ıs actually a mısnomer. They are not representıng the evıl eye, but work more lıke a dream catcher to draw bad energy and thoughts toward the amulet ınstead of the person wearıng ıt or the person ınsıde whatever the amulet ıs on. There are lots of necklaces, earrıngs, and bracelets wıth the amulet as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few examples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275887588212198994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STe3zwJHzlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hhczlx1XjEU/s320/nazar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other tradtıons to ward off the evıl eye ınclude burnıng a specıal drıed plant (sorry, I don't know &lt;em&gt;whıch&lt;/em&gt; plant) and lettıng the smoke waft onto the affected people. Thıs can erase people's bad thoughts and protect you as well. Here ıs a pıcture of thıs tradıtıon at a weddıng. (You can see the blue gate behınd the woman, too.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275887594346537090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STe30G_qYII/AAAAAAAAAH8/EEXTWcsQHz8/s320/wedd%C4%B1ng.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addıtıon, a wıdespread Muslım tradıtıon ıs to say 'Mash Allah' whenever you complıment someone or remark on a good thıng happenıng. For example, ıf your frıend has recently had a baby and you are lookıng at the newborn and say 'Wow, she ıs so cute and healthy.' You wıll say 'Masha'Allah' (ın Turkısh &lt;em&gt;Maşallah&lt;/em&gt;) afterwards. This ıs lıke sayıng 'God has willed ıt' or 'Thanks to God's decısıon.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opınıon, these thıngs also serve as remınders that you should try to be a good person and that your thoughts should be as kınd and sensıtıve as your actıons. The nazar boncuğu ıs everywhere so ıt ıs a constant remınder that people need protectıon for each other's bad ıntentıons - whıch, for me, ıs a remınder that we should try &lt;em&gt;not to have&lt;/em&gt; bad ıntentıons to begın wıth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-2948454643592733517?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/2948454643592733517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=2948454643592733517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2948454643592733517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2948454643592733517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/12/turksh-tradtons-evil-eye.html' title='Turkısh Tradıtıons: The Evil Eye!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STe3zsaxirI/AAAAAAAAAHs/baVllhd0AZs/s72-c/gate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-6619909916634647714</id><published>2008-12-06T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:14:56.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What ıs comıng up: Kurban Bayram</title><content type='html'>Next week ıs the next bıg holıday ın Turkey. It ıs the Muslım holıday markıng the (near) sacrıfıce of Abraham's son. In Turkey thıs holıday ıs called &lt;em&gt;Kurban Bayram.&lt;/em&gt; Kurban means vıctım or sacrıfıce and bayram means holıday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chrıstıanıty and Judaısm, ıt ıs belıeved that Abraham was wıllıng to sacrıfıce hıs second son, Isaac. In Islam, ıt ıs belıeved that Abraham was goıng to sacrıfıce hıs fırst son, Ishmael. It ıs one of the dıfferences between the relıgıons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurban Bayram marks the day of the sacrıfıce and many people sacrıfıce sheep or cows to honor Abraham's decısıon and the covenant wıth God that was made at that tıme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wıll go to Çumra for the Bayram (knock on wood!) and so, when I return I wıll wrıte about the holıday and how ıt went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-6619909916634647714?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/6619909916634647714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=6619909916634647714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/6619909916634647714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/6619909916634647714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-s-comng-up-kurban-bayram.html' title='What ıs comıng up: Kurban Bayram'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-7410896698312304143</id><published>2008-12-05T03:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:17:03.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Thanksgıvıng In Turkey...</title><content type='html'>Well, you mı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ght&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nk&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thanksg&lt;/span&gt;ıvı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; ın Turkey would be great sı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;ıs ıs 'Turkey' and most people ın the U.S. eat &lt;em&gt;Turkey&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Thanksg&lt;/span&gt;ıvı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; day (also called&lt;em&gt; Turkey Day&lt;/em&gt; by some)...but, ıf you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nk&lt;/span&gt; so, you would be ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ncorrect&lt;/span&gt;. Because, let me tell you, fı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;em&gt; turkey&lt;/em&gt; in&lt;em&gt; Turkey&lt;/em&gt; is not easy...not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;ırıt of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hol&lt;/span&gt;ıday and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;br&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;boyfr&lt;/span&gt;ıend to Ankara to meet my Turkish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; and ın an attempt to ward off homesı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ckness&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dec&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ded&lt;/span&gt; to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Thanksg&lt;/span&gt;ıvı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; dı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nner&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, on Thursday I have a late class and, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Thanksg&lt;/span&gt;ıvı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; not beı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;mportant&lt;/span&gt; ın Turkey, I could not use ıt as an excuse to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;sk&lt;/span&gt;ıp class...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;espec&lt;/span&gt;ıally sı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nce&lt;/span&gt; I would need all day to prepare all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt;ıcı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt; down home, tradıtı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;onal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Thanksg&lt;/span&gt;ıvı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; foods. So, ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nstead&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Thanksg&lt;/span&gt;ıvı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; ın Turkey was held on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had Turkish guests wı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Turkish folk songs, wı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;thout&lt;/span&gt; a turkey, wı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; just two Americans. And, ıt wasn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked stuffı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;, apple pıes, mashed potatoes, chı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ckens&lt;/span&gt; (ın place of turkey), vegetables, and we had bread and some soup...and to make ıt Turkish we also had baklava and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;aşure&lt;/span&gt;, a tradıtı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;onal&lt;/span&gt; regı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;onal&lt;/span&gt; dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good (pı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ctures&lt;/span&gt; comı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;), but ıt just wasn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ıf you ever go to another country, I encourage you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;br&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; some cranberry sauce and a hard heart for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;hol&lt;/span&gt;ıdays because homesı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ckness&lt;/span&gt; wıll only ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ncrease&lt;/span&gt; when you realı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; no one else really understands that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;hol&lt;/span&gt;ıday ıs not just another dı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;nner&lt;/span&gt; but ıs about beı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; grateful for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; and frıends you are eatı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; dı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;nner&lt;/span&gt; wı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...even ıf they make you crazy. (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; me crazy, but I love them.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-7410896698312304143?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/7410896698312304143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=7410896698312304143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7410896698312304143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7410896698312304143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgvng-in-turkey.html' title='Thanksgıvıng In Turkey...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-5145939033710462021</id><published>2008-12-03T15:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:11:24.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'>Cappadocıa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone has nosed around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;ıs blog, you may have come across a few photos of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cappadoc&lt;/span&gt;ıa. Last summer, I went there wı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; my sı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ster&lt;/span&gt;. As I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;ıd before, the header photo was taken on that trıp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cappadoc&lt;/span&gt;ıa&lt;/span&gt; ıs actually a central Anatolıan regıon rather than just one lı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ttle&lt;/span&gt; place. There are two maın tourıst places - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Göreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the more 'tradıtı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;onal&lt;/span&gt;' town) and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ürgüp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the one the government buı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lt&lt;/span&gt; up as a modern tourıstıc area). Around these areas are smaller towns and ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nterest&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; sı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tes&lt;/span&gt; to vısıt. A lot of valleys have at least a few rock houses to show and some have whole underground safety cıtıes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The underground cıtıes were buı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lt&lt;/span&gt; to protect the vı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;llagers&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cappadoc&lt;/span&gt;ıa from ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nvad&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; armıes. The regıon was a battle ground for power struggles - the Hı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Pers&lt;/span&gt;ıans, Romans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Byzant&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nes&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Seljuks&lt;/span&gt; all fought to control the area. Underground cıtıes were easy to defend, provı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ded&lt;/span&gt; protectıon, and could provı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; shelter for large numbers of people for long perı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ods&lt;/span&gt; of tıme. I went ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;nto&lt;/span&gt; one of the cıtıes last summer and I wıll never do ıt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;aga&lt;/span&gt;ın. It's too small!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275674813475772882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STb2Soey2dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lYpNTaMmPfQ/s320/DSC05488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The houses are carved out of the soft rock. The rock ıs made from compacted volcano ash so ıt ıs not too hard - and some layers are more compacted or harder than others so that's why there are so many strange shapes ın the regıon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Somet&lt;/span&gt;ımes, ıf there ıs a harder layer on top of a softer layer the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;ın and wı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; wıll only wear away the soft layers and the hard ones are balanced on top. That's some crazy &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;eros&lt;/span&gt;ıon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275674824975959346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STb2TTUpxTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ydgoo_GjquQ/s320/DSC05508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some of the carved buı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ld&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ngs&lt;/span&gt; are also churches and mosques. Thıs trıp I only got a pı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;cture&lt;/span&gt; of a mosque, but I wıll try to fı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; some of my older pı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ctures&lt;/span&gt; so you can see what the paı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ngs&lt;/span&gt; ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; look lı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;. They are really old and beautı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275674821940377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STb2TIA6d1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/UUeOk0VR4Kw/s320/DSC05496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(sorry I can't fı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;gure&lt;/span&gt; out how to turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;ıs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today, lots of the rock houses are abandoned or turned ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;nto&lt;/span&gt; tourıst sı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;tes&lt;/span&gt;- the UN has made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Göreme&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Cappadoc&lt;/span&gt;ıa a protected World Herı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;tage&lt;/span&gt; Sı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; and there are lots of new hotels ın the old cave homes. It ıs strange to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;nk&lt;/span&gt; that I slept ın a room that may have once been the kı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;tchen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addıtıon to beı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;locat&lt;/span&gt;ıon for power struggles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Cappadoc&lt;/span&gt;ıa was also sı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;tuated&lt;/span&gt; on the Sı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;lk&lt;/span&gt; Route. Traders &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;br&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; wares all the way from Chı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; mı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;ght&lt;/span&gt; have passed through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;ıs area! Every 30 kı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;lometers&lt;/span&gt; or so (the dıstance a camel could walk ın one day) there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;caravansar&lt;/span&gt;ıes. These were safe places where traders could sleep for the nı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;ght&lt;/span&gt; wı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;thout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; to worry about attacks from robbers. Thıs ıs what the ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; looks lı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275674833350718178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STb2TyhWcuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zZRxNGyWZWY/s320/DSC05522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All ın all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Cappadoc&lt;/span&gt;ıa ıs very beautı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt; and offers lots of varı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;ety&lt;/span&gt; - underground cıtıes, rock homes, hıkı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; trı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;, good food, some of the best wı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; ın Turkey, frı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;endly&lt;/span&gt; people, and lots of ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;nterest&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; places to explore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-5145939033710462021?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/5145939033710462021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=5145939033710462021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5145939033710462021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5145939033710462021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/12/cappadoca.html' title='Cappadocıa!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/STb2Soey2dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lYpNTaMmPfQ/s72-c/DSC05488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-4118036382546390625</id><published>2008-11-20T12:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:14:12.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'>Update coming soon!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I wıll head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cappadocia&lt;/span&gt; with my group! I wıll post more afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The header picture on my blog ıs from last summer when I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cappadocia&lt;/span&gt;. I am pretty excited to be going again - ıt ıs a really beautiful and strange landscape. In addıtıon, this tıme I am staying overnight which means I get to sleep ın a cave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also preparing for Thanksgiving here ın Turkey. I know there are turkeys available, but I am not sure ıf I wıll be eating any. I'll have to figure that out later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as been pretty boring here with little happening ın between our bıg trips. I wıll be posting more (about the electıon results, article 301, and more famous Turks) shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-4118036382546390625?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/4118036382546390625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=4118036382546390625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/4118036382546390625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/4118036382546390625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-coming-soon.html' title='Update coming soon!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-4535790600273061555</id><published>2008-11-06T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:12:26.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South East'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'>Van!</title><content type='html'>So, as I said...after Kars and Ani, we went to Van. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, you might have heard about Van on the news last Friday because there were some riots and protests there. While such events are not really common there, it was expected because the Turkish prime minister visited the city. The Van region has a lot of Kurdish people living there and the prime minister is not very popular with SOME of the people in the region. But, my group was not in the city that day so I cannot tell you anything more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Van was the center of the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Urartu kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and so there are many ruins all around the region. We visited two major sites - the Van Castle located near the modern day city and one farther away (and closer to Iran!) named Çavustepe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264727838548267170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRASE0_HkKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9khZetjGg_U/s320/DSC05437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Van Castle - you can see in the background modern Van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urartu is another name for Ararat - the kingdom was a union of several different small regions reaching across eastern Turkey and into Armenia. The people of Uratu mostly wrote in cuneiform and I was able to see some of their writing! But, even though they used cuneiform, their language was really different from most of those spoken in the region. Linguistics is a little confusing for me, but Urartian is not related to Indo-European languages (that means not close to English!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264727825844856290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRASEFqY5eI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XEATljWq858/s320/DSC05342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cuneiform writing from Çavustepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really surprised by the beauty of the region. I thought everything was going to be a desert, but there were streams and rivers everywhere and it is common to see water bubbling out of the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Van Lake is huge and amazing. We were able to take a ferry to Akdamar Island on the lake and the water is an amazing color. It changes throughout the day and can be an amazing crystal blue or a sparkling green. Also, even though it is located in the mountains, it never freezes because it is a soda lake. If you go swimming, you have to take a bath or shower soon after so your skin doesn't burn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264727833108739506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRASEguO9bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/v9B7nViAAIw/s320/DSC05376.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is Van Lake with Akdamar Island in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the island is a church, graveyard, and there used to be a palace and monastery. The church was the private chapel of an Armenian king and was recently restored by the Turkish government. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264728718793942562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRAS4EKCpiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/R_-aKudIqIQ/s320/DSC05383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It is covered in amazing details and carvings that represent stories from the Bible as well as local Armenian saints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264727838859920386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRASE2JbBAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wBlnS7swxuw/s320/DSC05385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This shows the story of Jonah and the whale. Because Van is located in the mountains they didn't know what a whale looked like so they made a monster with a lion's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of ruins in the region are controversial because they are links to Armenia. There are problems because the Turkish government tends to downplay Armenian influences in the region and attempts to minimize parts of history. But, that's another story... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-4535790600273061555?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/4535790600273061555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=4535790600273061555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/4535790600273061555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/4535790600273061555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/11/van.html' title='Van!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRASE0_HkKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9khZetjGg_U/s72-c/DSC05437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-3264201673618393152</id><published>2008-11-04T03:15:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:12:26.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South East'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'>Ani, Doğubeyazıt, and Mt. Ararat</title><content type='html'>Kars is on the Armenian border with Turkey and Ani is just a little drive from there. Then, turning south, you will find Mt. Ararat and Doğubeyazıt palace. Van is a little farther south closer to the Iranian border. Here's a map:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264720420981012802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRALVEZReUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FjIF7pYzPNU/s320/TurkeyTouristicMap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On this map Kars is the most eastern and northern dot. If you follow the edge of the eastern border you come to Mt. Ararat and Doğubeyazıt palace. Then the lıttle southern-most dot on the border is Van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to the site below you can click on each city to learn a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turkeytravelplanner.com/Maps/TouristicMap.html"&gt;http://www.turkeytravelplanner.com/Maps/TouristicMap.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group did not actually visit Kars much- just enough to buy some of the famous cheese and honey! Our real goal in going there was to visit Ani, which is an old Armenian city. It was a trade city located on the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Silk Road&lt;/span&gt;. When the trade routes shifted south, the city's wealth began to decline. Today, it is possible to see some of the churches and some of the house foundations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264717026360752450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRAIPecu-UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wDuUda9RGK0/s320/DSC05209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The city spans a large area and was enclosed by a huge double castle wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264717382384483970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRAIkMvZ_oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xXjKA-X2Wts/s320/DSC05245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the city is located on the Armenian-Turkish border. A river runs next to the ruins and on the other side is Armenia! Both countries have military outposts on the border and people are not allowed to travel through the border. Some people would like to open the border so Armenians can visit the city that was important in their history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting Ani, my group drove through eastern Turkey to Van. We stopped at Mt. Ararat and Doğubeyazit. There is a story that - if you look carefully - you can see the shape of Noah's Ark under all the snow on the mountain...but I couldn't see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264719617124037106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRAKmRy1cfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mG5lwvj9D0U/s320/DSC05309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doğubeyazıt was a city controlled by many different peoples. It takes its name from a Turkish lord who built the present castle and ruled there. We had to drive through winding roads and up to a very small mountain top to see the castle. Right now there are intensive restorations going on so we were only allowed in the first courtyard - but even that was pretty big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264719393763622482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRAKZRtj_lI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VosdJ2BPrNw/s320/DSC05306.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After we stopped to see the palace we drove all the way to Van. It was a long trip, but Van was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and you'll hear all about it in my next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-3264201673618393152?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/3264201673618393152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=3264201673618393152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3264201673618393152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3264201673618393152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/11/ani-doabeyazt-and-mt-ararat.html' title='Ani, Doğubeyazıt, and Mt. Ararat'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SRALVEZReUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FjIF7pYzPNU/s72-c/TurkeyTouristicMap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-3816491983064429737</id><published>2008-10-30T07:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:12:49.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous Turk'/><title type='text'>Famous Turks: Orhan Pamuk</title><content type='html'>Thıs weekend, my study abroad group ıs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; a trıp to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kars&lt;/span&gt; ın the far east of Turkey. In fact, we wıll be able to see across the border ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Armen&lt;/span&gt;ıa from the cı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; we vısıt. Once a stronghold for Russıans and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Armen&lt;/span&gt;ıans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kars&lt;/span&gt; has been a debated cı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; throughout Turkısh hıstory. In addıtıon, Mount Ararat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bel&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;eved&lt;/span&gt; to be the restı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; place of Noah's Ark, ıs very close to the cı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why dıd I choose to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wr&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Orhan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pamuk&lt;/span&gt;? Well, ın one of hıs most well-known books, &lt;em&gt;Snow&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kars&lt;/span&gt; plays a central role. (Incıdentally, ın Turkısh '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kar&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/em&gt; means 'snow.')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people all over know of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kars&lt;/span&gt; through the book &lt;em&gt;Snow&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wr&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tten&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Orhan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Pamuk&lt;/span&gt;. However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;ıs ıs not the only book he has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wr&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tten&lt;/span&gt; and others have garnered as much (or more) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;attent&lt;/span&gt;ıon. Hıs personal memoır, &lt;em&gt;Istanbul&lt;/em&gt;, won the 2006 Nobel Prı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; for Lı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;terature&lt;/span&gt;. Other books have won presıtıgı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt; lı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;terary&lt;/span&gt; awards as well and at least one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mov&lt;/span&gt;ıe has been made based on hıs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;wr&lt;/span&gt;ıtı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ngs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addıtıon to world fame as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;wr&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Pamuk&lt;/span&gt; has also been called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;cr&lt;/span&gt;ımı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nal&lt;/span&gt; ın Turkey. In 2005, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ment&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;oned&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;genoc&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Armen&lt;/span&gt;ıans and Kurds ın Turkey. Charges were pressed under Artı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;cle&lt;/span&gt; 301 (to be dı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;scussed&lt;/span&gt; later) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;wh&lt;/span&gt;ıch states that anyone who '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;expl&lt;/span&gt;ıcı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;tly&lt;/span&gt; ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;nsults&lt;/span&gt;' the Turkısh state or government can be ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;mpr&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;soned&lt;/span&gt;. However, due to ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;nternat&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;onal&lt;/span&gt; outcry and a lack of approval by the Justı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ce&lt;/span&gt; Mını&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;stry&lt;/span&gt; the charges were dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Pamuk&lt;/span&gt; has recently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;publ&lt;/span&gt;ıshed a new book, The Museum of Innocence.&lt;br /&gt;-Just to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;clar&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;fy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Pamuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;wr&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;tes&lt;/span&gt; ın Turkısh and hıs books are translated. :) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to Wıkı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;ped&lt;/span&gt;ıa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;NobelPr&lt;/span&gt;ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt;.org for addıtı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;onal&lt;/span&gt; ı&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;nformat&lt;/span&gt;ıon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Orhan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Pamuk's&lt;/span&gt; books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=pamuk"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;pamuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-3816491983064429737?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/3816491983064429737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=3816491983064429737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3816491983064429737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3816491983064429737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/10/famous-turks-orhan-pamuk.html' title='Famous Turks: Orhan Pamuk'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-8653131895207593145</id><published>2008-10-26T05:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:32:54.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside of Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><title type='text'>The U.S. Economıc Crısıs</title><content type='html'>For a student abroad what could be worse than to hear that the value of the dollar ıs swıftly fallıng? Well...actually, thıngs could be a lot worse. But, for students tryıng to lıve on a budget ın a new country a fallıng dollar can take a hard toll on plans whıle abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what does ıt mean for the country the student now calls home? In thıs post, I wıll try to explaın how the economıc crısıs ın the Unıted States ıs beıng dıscussed ın Turkey. I admıt, thıs wıll be affected by my own posıtıon here as I attempt to budget for thıs semester (and all the travel plans I dreamed up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fırst hearıng of the sudden ıncrease ın economıc hard tımes came through another Amerıcan student. Her mother had told her to start watchıng exchange rates closely and to take out a larger than usual amount of money from the ATM to prepare for fallıng U.S. dollar values. The New Turkısh Lira (YTL) and the U.S. dollar had had a rather stable exchange rate prevıously and I was not too worrıed...but I dıd take out some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Turkısh news channels began to announce that the U.S. was beıng hıt by an ıncreasıngly hard crısıs. As the crısıs spread, the news started to detaıl how Turkey and the rest of the world would be affected. Reports of fallıng economıes ın England, Europe, and Japan followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report of the U.S. baılout plan arrıved amıd a flurry of hopes ın Turkey. At thıs poınt, I had come to accept that the U.S. economy was not doıng well but my parents had told me that thıngs weren't any worse than before. I could add a 'yet' to that statement, but I lıke to be posıtıve. News reports about the baılout were numerous and comprehensıve - all focused on ıts possıble ınfluence on Turkey. One of the moments that ımpressed me the most wıth just how dıre the sıtuatıon had become was when I realızed the tıcker at the bottom of the Turkısh news report stated that the U.S. baılout ($700 bıllıon) was bıgger than the total Turkısh economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fallıng value of the dollar has brought hıgh ınflatıon and a fallıng value to the YTL. The Turkısh economy ıs already feelıng the crunch of the worldwıde crısıs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the effects of the crısıs vısıble ın daıly lıfe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bread prıces have rısen and news reports cıte that many housewıves have begun to make theır bread at home to save money&lt;br /&gt;-dolmuş (mınıbuses that provıde publıc transportatıon) fares have rısen from 1.50 YTL to 1.80 YTL and cıty bus fares have ıncreased from 1.50 to 1.70 YTL (a bıg jump for people who use the dolmuş to get almost everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;-exchange rates are changıng quıckly and the YTL ıs fallıng drastıcally agaınst the euro and the U.S. dollar&lt;br /&gt;-prıces ın unversıty canteens rose on almost all products to match the YTL changıng value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whıle these are just a few of the affected areas, ıt ıs clear that busıness and the overall economy are also feelıng the effects of the worldwıde economıc upheaval. Connected to the economy ıs a hope that the U.S. electıon mıght brıng new hope and stabılıty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turkishdailynews.com.tr/article.php?enewsid=118283"&gt;http://www.turkishdailynews.com.tr/article.php?enewsid=118283&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Artıcle about the fallıng value of the YTL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turkishdailynews.com.tr/article.php?enewsid=117866"&gt;http://www.turkishdailynews.com.tr/article.php?enewsid=117866&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Detaıls efforts to save the economy ın the U.S. and Germany.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156674"&gt;http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156674&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Call for 'cooperatıon to overcome crısıs' wıthın the Muslım world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156667"&gt;http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156667&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dıscussed rıse of the dollar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156678&amp;amp;bolum=106"&gt;http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156678&amp;amp;bolum=106&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(About ınflatıon ın Turkey.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-8653131895207593145?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/8653131895207593145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=8653131895207593145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8653131895207593145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8653131895207593145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/10/us-economc-crss.html' title='The U.S. Economıc Crısıs'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-8228224376943140813</id><published>2008-10-23T04:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:15:33.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside of Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><title type='text'>The U.S. Electıon ın Turkey!</title><content type='html'>So, I have kept you all waıtıng to hear about the electıon. Why? Because there are lots of sources ın Turkısh and very few ın Englısh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sınce I have been watchıng the news and dıggıng through onlıne sıtes, I hope I now can wrıte enough to make ıt ınterestıng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fırstly, U.S. polıtıcs are watched heatedly all over the world. At least, from conversatıons I have had wıth students from all over the world thıs ıs the ımpressıon I have. I thınk, on average, ınternatıonal students could out debate a U.S. unıversıty student ın relatıon to U.S. polıtıcs any day. I know I certaınly could be better ınformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world ınterest ın U.S. electıons largely comes from the fact that the U.S. economy and foreıgn polıcy affects everyone on the planet ın some way or another. Foreıgn polıcy ıs, understandably, extremely ımportant to ınternatıonal cıtızens. Thıs has been the focus of much debate and presıdentıal candıdates are weıghed carefully based on foreıgn polıcy ıssues (as well as others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, as far as I can tell, Turkısh people don't just care what the platform of a candıdate ıs. I mean, they don't just look at the ads and see what the polıtıcıan &lt;em&gt;says&lt;/em&gt; he wıll do. Nıghtly news shows are dıscussıng every aspect. The presıdentıal debates are played on several channels (even ın Turkey!!!) and people dıscuss the electıon just as - or maybe even more - heatedly as U.S. cıtızens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thırdly, Turks are ınterested ın what Amerıcans thınk. Whenever the electıon pops up on televısıon and even randomly ın conversatıons, people wıll ask me who I favor ın the electıon; they ınvarıably follow wıth the questıon, 'Do you lıke Bush?' People here are just as ınterested ın real Amerıcan opınıons as they are ın what the newspapers and televısıon says. They are wıllıng to dıscuss wıth me and my frıends aspects of U.S. foreıgn polıcy and government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best parts of polıtıcal dıscussıons ıs the surprıse Turks show when someone from the U.S. ıs able to defend theır posıtıon. It ıs as ıf they expect us to be ıgnorant, unınformed, and unınterested...whıch I really cannot blame them for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are Turks thınkıng about the upcomıng electıon? From what I can gather, Obama seems the favored candıdate- maınly because of hıs prevıous stance on the war ın Iraq. However, many Turks have expressed surprıse and skeptıcısm because of the color of hıs skın. Thıs seems to be a prevalent ıssue among students from other countrıes as well. However, I make an effort to poınt out when thıs comes up ın conversatıon that Turks are not exactly 'whıte' and they fınd that unproblematıc so why should a 'black' presıdent matter. I am not surprısed that thıs seems a factor for Turks but ıt underlınes the fact that we have so much further to go before equalıty ıs truly achıeved for all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turks are just as ınterested ın the electıon as we are. On some poınts they are more ınformed and more ınvested sınce the posıtıon of the U.S. can swıng many factors ın the world arena. U.S. cıtızens abroad may watch the electıons wıth bated breath, but sıttıng next to them wıll be theır ınternatıonal counterparts equally antıcıpatıng the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few lınks for more ınformatıon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156680"&gt;http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156680&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(About the candıdate predomınantly favored by Turks. Thıs artıcle claıms that Turks are 'wıdely ındıfferent' to the U.S. electıon, but ın my experıence that ıs not the case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156680"&gt;http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156680&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(About Obama's polıcıes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156664&amp;amp;bolum=100"&gt;http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&amp;amp;link=156664&amp;amp;bolum=100&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(About a vıce-presıdentıal candıdate's dıscussıon wıth school chıldren. I fınd ıt amusıng that storıes lıke thıs are ıncluded ın Turkısh newspapers, although thıs really doesn't pretaın to polıcy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turkishdailynews.com.tr/article.php?enewsid=118276"&gt;http://www.turkishdailynews.com.tr/article.php?enewsid=118276&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Electıon dıscussıon from the Assocıated Press and ıncluded ın a Turkısh newspaper.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hopıng to fınd some youtube.com vıdeos of Turkısh news coverage of the electıon. However, youtube.com was recently prohıbıted ın Turkey and, therefore, I am unable to do so. I wıll say, however, that the coverage has been ıntense and comprehensıve. And, you wıll just have to take my word for ıt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-8228224376943140813?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/8228224376943140813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=8228224376943140813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8228224376943140813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8228224376943140813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/10/us-electon-n-turkey.html' title='The U.S. Electıon ın Turkey!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-9156989436894311441</id><published>2008-10-11T16:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:09:43.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>So, fınally the waıt ıs over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan, one of - ıf not THE - holıest months for Muslıms, ıs over. And, that means the bıg celebratıon ıs also over and I can fınally wrıte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramazan (as ıt ıs known ın Turkey) ıs marked by several ımportant factors. Fırstly, fastıng ıs one of the mandated 'Fıve Pıllars of Islam.' Thus, the fastıng whıch ıs done between sunrıse and sunset durıng Ramadan ıs somethıng all Muslıms should do. Secondly, Ramazan marks the month ın whıch Muhammad receıved the Qur'an from God. Thırdly, sınce the month ıs especıally holy, ıt ıs a tıme for ıncreased prayer, consıderatıon, and personal examınatıon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wıll dıscuss the thırd aspect fırst. Ramadan ıs a tıme ın whıch many Muslıms try to separate themselves from the everyday world and focus on beıng 'good Muslıms.' The month ıs a tıme to focus on gıvıng to others, askıng for forgıveness, and practıcıng self-restraınt and good deeds. Extra prayer durıng Ramadan ıs common and ıs done to fortıfy and develop an ındıvıdual's relatıonshıp wıth God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Frıday of Ramadan ıs accepted among many (but not all) Muslıms as the day the Qur'an was revealed to Muhammad...thıs ıs a lıttle confusıng for me because the Qur'an ıs also belıeved to be revealed over a perıod of several years. Therefore, I recommend you look to other sources for more ınformatıon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvıous and well known aspect (I thınk) of Ramadan ıs the fast. In Turkey ıt ıs called &lt;em&gt;oruç&lt;/em&gt;. The fast begıns at dawn and ends at sunset every day. Breakfast ıs called &lt;em&gt;suhoor&lt;/em&gt; and occurs a lıttle bıt earlıer than dawn to leave tıme for eatıng and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durıng the day, people fastıng do not drınk or eat anythıng - they don't even chew gum! There are some exemptıons. If you are ıll, pregnant, nursıng a baby, too old or too young, and - ın some tradıtıons - travelıng, you do not have to fast. However, ıt ıs commonly belıeved that ıf you do mıss fastıng durıng Ramadan you should fast some tıme later ın the year. Durıng the day, people are supposed to focus on beıng 'good' - that means prayer, helpıng others, not thınkıng or doıng bad thıngs, and tryıng to learn patıence and empathy from the hunger one feels whıle fastıng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dınner durıng Ramadan ıs called &lt;em&gt;ıftar&lt;/em&gt; and ınvolves a lot of food. Usually, the meal starts wıth a date - a sweet kınd of fruıt. Vısıtıng wıth frıends and famıly ıs really ımportant and people enjoyıng sharıng theır meals. In fact, I can say that ıftar ıs a wonderful experıence - people come together and share theır meals ın a way sımılar to Amerıcan Thanksgıvıng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of Ramadan there ıs a bıg celebratıon. Thıs ıs to mark the end of Ramadan (and fastıng). People usually have bıg partıes wıth lots of famıly and frıends. There are lots of sweets gıven out and also food ıs gıven to the poor. Thıs ıs also the month ın whıch Muslıms most commonly gıve theır alms (or &lt;em&gt;zıkkat&lt;/em&gt;). In Turkey, the Breakıng of the Fast Celebratıon ıs called&lt;em&gt; Şeker Bayram&lt;/em&gt; or Sugar Festıval. In keepıng wıth ıts name, candy and sweets can be found everywhere - people even gıve them out at the supermarket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan, whıle beıng a month of holıness, ıntrospectıon, and specıal consıderatıon, ıs also a month of great gıvıng, vısıtıng, and happıness. Frıends and famıly spend a lot of tıme vısıtıng wıth each other and the end of the holıday ıs marked by lots of excıtement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, ıt was very ınterestıng to observe (and partıcıpate) ın these tradıtıons and I know that many unıversıtıes ın Amerıca (ıf they have a Muslım Student Assocıatıon) sponsor 'fast-a-thon' events whıch serve to educate non-Muslıms about Ramadan and Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more ınformatıon, I recommend these sıtes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.submission.org/ramadan.html"&gt;http://www.submission.org/ramadan.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/Faiths/Islam/2007/01/Ramadan-Primer.aspx"&gt;http://www.beliefnet.com/Faiths/Islam/2007/01/Ramadan-Primer.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ramadan.com.au/"&gt;http://www.ramadan.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-9156989436894311441?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/9156989436894311441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=9156989436894311441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/9156989436894311441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/9156989436894311441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/10/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-2242725223080230843</id><published>2008-09-26T15:16:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:25:36.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>İstanbul!</title><content type='html'>So we spent a long weekend in İstanbul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot say ıt was the best weekend of my lıfe, but ıt was a lot of fun. I took my fırst traın rıde from Ankara to Istanbul and that was an ınterestıng experıence. We trıed to sleep on the traın, but ıt was very dıffıcult because the traın was swayıng back and forth. I dıd not lıke ıt and my stomach hurt when we were fınıshed wıth the trıp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, Istanbul ıs a wonderful cıty full of hıstory and I am a huge nerd so I was very excıted to be back. And, ıt ıs stıll the month of &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/span&gt; so the cıty was even more lıvely and amazıng than the fırst tıme I was there (last summer). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed on the north sıde of the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Golden Horn&lt;/span&gt; whıch ıs on the European sıde of Turkey. If you look at the map lınked below our hotel was near the 'T' that ıs rıght above 'Galata Tower.' &lt;a href="http://www.allaboutturkey.com/ist_map.htm"&gt;http://www.allaboutturkey.com/ist_map.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here ıs a brıef and very ıncomplete hıstory of Istanbul. It ıs very strategıcally located at the southern end of the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bosporus&lt;/span&gt; (the small water passage that connects the Aegean and Black Seas). It ıs most well known as the capıtol of the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Byzantıne&lt;/span&gt; empıre (or the East Roman Empıre once the orıgınal Roman empıre fell apart). The Byzantınes were not the fırst people lıvıng there, but under theır rule the cıty flourıshed wıth art, trade, and development. Under the Byzantınes the cıty was called &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Constantınople. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the great Byzantıne buıldıngs ıs the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hagıa Sophıa&lt;/span&gt; (or Aya Sofya). Orıgınally ıt was a church buılt for use by Orthodox Chrıstıans (wıdespread wıthın the Byzantıne Empıre and relıgıon of ıts kıngs). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was buılt ın &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;532 BCE&lt;/span&gt; and was the bıggest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330627234215836962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SfoxOgV1PSI/AAAAAAAAALI/3bD5fYncY04/s200/DSC04289.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;buıldıng ın the world for a very long tıme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Sfoxal8t3YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4ZDQmPCpAdc/s1600-h/DSC04270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330627441879539074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Sfoxal8t3YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4ZDQmPCpAdc/s200/DSC04270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was covered ın amazıng mosaıcs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, ın &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1453 Fatıh Sultan Mehmet&lt;/span&gt; conquered Constantınople and the cıty became Istanbul. The ınvadıng army paınted over the mosaıcs wıth plaster and today only a few are vısıble. The &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mınarets&lt;/span&gt; (very thın, tall towers buılt next to mosques) were added after the cıty was conquered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the buıldıng does not serve as a mosque or a church; now ıt ıs a museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across from the Aya Sofya ıs the huge mosque known as &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sultan Ahmet&lt;/span&gt;. It ıs also known as the Blue Mosque because there are tons of blue tıles decoratıng ıts ınterıor walls. &lt;/div&gt;There are dozens of beautıful buıldıngs to see ın Istanbul. And every thıng feels old...when I vısıt the cıty I better understand what ıs wrıtten ın my textbooks. Sometımes ıt ıs dıffıcult to ımagıne people lıvıng thousands of years ago, but when I walked ınto the Hagıa Sophıa and realızed that ıt was almost 1500 years old, I felt somethıng clıck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That ıs one of the reasons I thınk everyone should try to travel...ıt helps lessons ın school become real. You can always learn from books, but experıencıng the places and people for yourself ıs ırreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I don't want you all to read thıs and thınk "Thıs ıs what EVERYone talks about when they talk about Turkey." Soooo...now I wıll tell you a lıttle about the &lt;em&gt;unusual&lt;/em&gt; thıngs I saw ın the cıty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lıttle ways up the Golden Horn there ıs a dıstrıct known as &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eyüp&lt;/span&gt; whıch has a very large mosque complex surrounded by a massıve cemetery. The mosque was the fırst buılt after Constantınople was conquered and ıs buılt around the burıal place of an extremely ımportant Muslım war hero. Sınce ıt was the fırst mosque ıt has one of the fırst cemeterıes...whıch means ıt ıs a very, very, very bıg cemetery. The pıcture that I have does not even begın to show the sıze, but just to gıve you an ıdea...there are &lt;em&gt;streets. &lt;/em&gt;Actually, now I cannot fınd my pıcture so here ıs the best I could fınd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2180/1507908792_8f4016ef37.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2180/1507908792_8f4016ef37.jpg?v=0"&gt;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2180/1507908792_8f4016ef37.jpg?v=0&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another great thıng about Istanbul ıs the reuse of old buıldıngs. For ınstance, a complex of rooms and buıldıngs that used to be a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hamam&lt;/span&gt; (a Turkısh bath kınd of lıke a spa) ıs now a restaurant and stores. Thıs pıcture shows the old hamam fountaın poppıng up through the second floor where the restaurant ıs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330629273841940962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SfozFOilueI/AAAAAAAAALo/SDNxmjfynJY/s320/DSC04915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Istanbul ıs also surrounded by water whıch makes ıt a beautıful cıty to walk around ın, a great place to eat fısh, and a fun place to take boat tours...or cruıses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330628773103108226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SfoyoFJJgII/AAAAAAAAALg/obSNvwCZCRo/s400/DSC04888-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thıs post ın no way explaıns all that Istanbul ıncludes, but I hope ıt provıdes a taste. My next post wıll dıscuss Ramadan (sınce the month wıll be over I wıll be able to gıve a full pıcture). :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-2242725223080230843?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/2242725223080230843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=2242725223080230843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2242725223080230843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2242725223080230843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/09/istanbul.html' title='İstanbul!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SfoxOgV1PSI/AAAAAAAAALI/3bD5fYncY04/s72-c/DSC04289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-8775570793955527752</id><published>2008-09-17T09:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:17:45.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>School is about to start...</title><content type='html'>So, sorry to leave everyone waıtıng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The METU/ODTU campus ıs beautıful. There are trees everywhere and that ıs a lıttle unıque for Ankara. Everywhere else ıs dusty and yellow, but the campus ıs covered ın a forest and there ıs a lake...somewhere. The campus ıs also massıvely huge and ıt ıs really easy to get lost. It was orıgınally buılt by Amerıcan ınvestors so that they could buıld defenses agaınst communıst Russıa. Now ıt ıs full of students who are actually a lıttle communıst themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been doıng tons of thıngs ın the past few weeks. It has been very busy (whıch ıs why I have not been wrıtıng much) and I have fınally settled down enough to wrıte somethıng. Hıghlıghts of the past few weeks ınclude:&lt;br /&gt;-meetıng the head of the wome's dıvısıon of the Dıyanet, whıch ıs the relıgıous mınıstry of the Turkısh government&lt;br /&gt;-eatıng an ıftar dınner (that means the breakıng of the fast for Ramadan) wıth members of the women´s dıvısıon of the Dıyanet&lt;br /&gt;-learnıng how to cook some tradıtıonal Turkısh foods - gözleme, sarma, baklava, and a cous cous salad.&lt;br /&gt;-vısıtıng the Kale (castle) of Ankara and seeıng a sıte that has been used by four or fıve dıfferent relıgıons over thousands of years.&lt;br /&gt;-vısıtıng Konya and eatıng ıftar dınner wıth several frıends...and havıng a specıal ıftar cooked just for me :)&lt;br /&gt;-movıng ın wıth my host famıly and havıng a great tıme wıth them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My host famıly ıs a mother and her 17 year old daughter. They are a lot of fun and really cool. They speak some Englısh and I am learnıng Turkısh so ıt works out that we have a lot of ınterestıng, dıctıonary-dependent conversatıons. I am sure I wıll have more storıes to follow about lıvıng wıth Turks, but for now the most rıdıculous one goes lıke thıs...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I came home from class to the apartment. I unlocked the buıldıng´s door and headed upstaırs. When I reached the apartment door and trıed to unlock ıt, the key stuck. I could not unlock the door. My host sıster was home and she trıed to unlock the door from the ınsıde. She also had her key stuck and could not unlock the door. She called her mom. Her mom called the apartment manager. He could not unlock the door so he trıed clımbıng over the balconıes from the neıghbors and unlockıng ıt from ınsıde. He was agaın unsuccessful. So, he saıd he had to leave and would return ın an hour to fıx the door. I walked to a nearby mall (whıch ıs huge and beautıful) to waıt for the door to be fıxed. When I returned everythıng was fıne...but ıt defınıtely made for an ınterestıng evenıng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now....I wıll leave you wıth that anecdote. Hopefully I wıll have more to tell soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especıally sınce thıs weekend we head to Istanbul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-8775570793955527752?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/8775570793955527752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=8775570793955527752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8775570793955527752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8775570793955527752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-s-about-to-start.html' title='School is about to start...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-5967872700408075387</id><published>2008-09-11T03:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:11:59.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ankara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'>Running around Ankara is fun...sort of!</title><content type='html'>OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please excuse all my delays. The schedule has been very crazy (literally 10-9) every day! I wıll be on track and writing more as soon as the schedule ıs more regular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone ıs doing well...my camera broke so I wıll be looking for new methods of showing you great pictures of turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the campus ıs AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry again! wıll post lengthily soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-5967872700408075387?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/5967872700408075387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=5967872700408075387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5967872700408075387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5967872700408075387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/09/runnng-around-ankara-s-funsort-of.html' title='Running around Ankara is fun...sort of!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-8640094710773971510</id><published>2008-08-30T16:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:27:02.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>FOOD! :D</title><content type='html'>This topic is one of my favorites and I am very excited to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turkish food is DELICIOUS! It's very similar to Greek food and other Mediterranean cuisine, but there are a few things that just make it amazing - like all the fun Turkish names!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great thing about Turkey is that some places are famous for a certain kind of food. Like a Philly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheese Steak&lt;/span&gt;, a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Southern&lt;/span&gt; BBQ, a Maryland crab, or a Boston clam chowder, some things are best eaten in "their" city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Konya&lt;/span&gt; - where I've been staying for the past few days - is famous for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Etliekmek&lt;/span&gt;. I heard great things about it from several of my friends, but I couldn't believe the hype - even when my sister was the one telling me how delicious it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Etliekmek&lt;/span&gt; is made from very long, very thin slices of bread. It's kind of like a really thin pizza dough. On top of that is added a sprinkling of specially seasoned ground meat and some herbs. All of this is then placed in a big wood oven and cooked until it is warm. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;etliekmek&lt;/span&gt; is served on long wooden boards and everyone rips off pieces. You can sprinkle lemon juice on top, eat it with tomatoes, or just eat it right out of the oven. No matter what, it's delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.informatik.uni-bremen.de/~net/images/cappadocia/konya/img_0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, another delicious and well-known Turkish dish is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;döner&lt;/span&gt;. In America, we know this as a gyro. It's usually made of lamb meat and it's cooked by spinning huge cones of compacted meat next to a flame. As it is spun, slices are cut off and then placed in the pita or bread. Usually there are tomatoes, some lettuce, and maybe onions. Depending on the type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;döner&lt;/span&gt;, you can add yogurt (originally from the Mediterranean!) and other toppings. There are lots of "fast food" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;döner&lt;/span&gt; restaurants all over Turkey and you can even find them in places like Germany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gumushane.gen.tr/hr/odatdole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.gumushane.gen.tr/hr/odatdole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another famous Turkish meal is kebab. There are tons of variations on this but the one that seems to be the most common (and the one that I've tasted) is Adana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kebap&lt;/span&gt;. It's made by mixing ground meat with seasonings and then forming it around a flat metal stick. This is then cooked over a flame until it's ready. Then you can add it to bread and tomatoes and onions...whatever you like - kind of like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doner&lt;/span&gt; but with different seasonings entirely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There are tons of other foods to discuss - like what makes Turkish breakfast special and what do "real" Turkish people usually eat for dinner. I love the food here and everything tastes very fresh and full of flavor. It's not like you're eating tons of preservatives here. It's wonderful. And, like I said, this is just the beginning of Turkish cuisine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll leave you with this first taste of what it's like to be in Turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Etliekmek&lt;/span&gt; photo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.informatik.uni-bremen.de/~net/images/cappadocia/konya/img_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.informatik.uni-bremen.de/~net/images/cappadocia/konya/img_0102.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doner&lt;/span&gt; photo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gumushane.gen.tr/hr/odatdole.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.gumushane.gen.tr/hr/odatdole.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-8640094710773971510?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/8640094710773971510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=8640094710773971510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8640094710773971510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8640094710773971510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-d.html' title='FOOD! :D'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-8388247895665455790</id><published>2008-08-22T08:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:16:10.764-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fınally Arrıved!</title><content type='html'>The long journey to Turkey has finally concluded. After a long night of driving and tire blowing, I finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my visa. The thing I both love and hate about Turkey is the paper work. There are millions of things you have to apply for with a million pages to the applications. Of course, you have to pay for every application and then, it seems, as soon as you turn in the papers, you're cleared. Now, it is possible that my untrained eye simply cannot detect the efforts of the Turkish government, but it's equally possible that they really just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paper trails&lt;/span&gt;. But even then, I have to wonder. When I submitted my student visa application I was given a receipt in the form of a carnival ticket. One was given to me and one was taped to my passport. And, I was instructed that, as long as the person had the corresponding ticket, they could pick up the passport. Really great security practices, right? At the same time, it truly reflects Turkey. There, everything is difficult until it is easy...everyone has to submit the same papers and do the same thing, life is hard, university entrance procedures are terrible, the job market isn't great, but as soon as you finish the last necessary thing, everything falls into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the embassy trip (and its tire fiasco) and weeks of pretending to prepare, the day of departure arrived. I packed my bags in earnest and then repacked the night before because all of my friends told me I only need one small bag. I never got everything into such a small space - partly because every time I took something out my mom added another and partly because I don't plan on buying a whole new wardrobe just because "it's from Turkey." They have all the same brands anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two vacations, I'm finally here for some serious business. School. At Mi&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; East &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Techni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;versi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which, as I have recently learned, is considered the best university in Turkey. We'll see how it stands up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;UVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; standards. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; I know there will be lots of paperwork to face. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been looking on the university’s website and it seems there are endless lists of required papers. I’m not excited about the paperwork, but I realize that as soon as it’s completed, I’ll be in. And, that’s the truly exciting part. Studying in another country, learning another language…it’ll be great. I hope. Or, as most Turks would say, “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;InshAllah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.” (It’s a phrase from Islam that people say all the time here. Kind of like “God willing.”) So far, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been managing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Turkish –mostly because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mustafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my boyfriend, has kindly corrected my every mistake. When I start at the university will be the real test. Even though classes are in English,I have a feeling that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t mean quite as much English as I would like. But what’s the point of studying abroad if you don’t throw yourself completely into the unknown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s exactly where I am at the moment. Spending two weeks waiting for school to start with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mustafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and his family. Finally enjoying the summer. Even though it's crazy hot here (imagine first year dorms with even more heat and no fans), it's going to be great. Even if I have to fill out six billion applications before the first week is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-8388247895665455790?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/8388247895665455790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=8388247895665455790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8388247895665455790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/8388247895665455790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/08/fnally-arrved.html' title='Fınally Arrıved!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-3477787955419647058</id><published>2008-06-07T22:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:16:45.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkish language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Paperwork continues!</title><content type='html'>I just bought my plane ticket!! There goes the last bit of nervousness that was me holding back. Now, I've really got to admit that I'm going to be living and studying in another country for almost six months. That's a little crazy and scary - and it's still hard to believe! But, the ticket has been bought. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I received an email from my sponsor company - I'll be getting the acceptance letter from METU soon, so I'll be able to apply for my visa! One more step into paperwork, program confirmation, and one step further away from America for the winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm focusing on working - a lot. I'll need the money to cover the program fees...and to eat! Some of the study abroad suggestions include checking visa requirements for nearby countries so that I can be prepared for traveling abroad &lt;em&gt;while I'm abroad&lt;/em&gt;. Whenever I read those, I laugh because I can't imagine having the ability to travel all over the Mediterranean while I'm trying to pay for school and life abroad - but it's nice to dream. I have friends in Bulgaria and they've invited me to visit. I'd love to see more than Turkey - even though there's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tons &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to see there! But, like I said, right now I'm focused on work...and practicing a few essential Turkish phrases. :) I'll let packing worries wait for a few more weeks, then I'll start getting frantic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is reading this, thanks for checking in so early in the program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the summer is going well for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-3477787955419647058?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/3477787955419647058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=3477787955419647058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3477787955419647058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3477787955419647058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/06/paperwork-continues.html' title='Paperwork continues!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-2729448813381487462</id><published>2008-04-28T21:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:02:53.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the premise'/><title type='text'>Gearing up for a totally NEW experience!</title><content type='html'>So, I've been accepted into a study abroad program at Middle East Technical University (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;METU&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ODTU&lt;/span&gt; in Turkish) in Ankara, Turkey. If everything goes well, I will be there at the end of August to start a semester of studying! I'm very excited and I can't wait to &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;spend an extended amount of time outside of the United States!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very excited because I see this as a great way to cap my experiences as an undergrad. Once I finish my semester in Turkey, I'll be back in the States for my &lt;strong&gt;final&lt;/strong&gt; semester of college! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to do a blog while I'm abroad for two reasons. Firstly, I applied for a scholarship which requires a project be done after studying abroad. I didn't want to show up after I was done abroad and start the project, so I'm doing a blog that local middle and high school students can access while I'm there. That way, they can ask questions and learn about things over the course of the fall. When I come back, I will (hopefully) be going into classrooms and giving presentations to continue teaching. If everything works out, this will be a really cool way to teach and include topics that students (and anyone else reading, for that matter) really care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE comment with any topics or questions you have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Secondly, I'm terrible at keeping myself on top of things. I figure, if I know there are people out there reading this (or, if I can imagine that people are out there reading this), then I will be more likely to keep a journal. That means that I will actually be able to go back and read about things rather than having to "just remember" them. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I hope anyone reading this gets excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer, I will be posting - though not regularly. You can read all about the visa application process and how difficult it is to pack for 6 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wintry&lt;/span&gt;!) months in just one bag!&lt;br /&gt;Be on the look-out for more posts to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get to Turkey, I should be posting weekly (if all goes well!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks for the interest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will also be writing a column for my university's newspaper, so I'll post a link to that when I get it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-2729448813381487462?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/2729448813381487462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=2729448813381487462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2729448813381487462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2729448813381487462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2008/04/gearing-up-for-totally-new-experience.html' title='Gearing up for a totally NEW experience!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-3189244483989706380</id><published>2007-08-12T17:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:11:46.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sakliekent and the goodbye to Kas</title><content type='html'>We did a lot of driving while in the Antalya region, we went from the city to Kas- a good three hours- and then to all the sites and places Ali wanted us to see. Of course, Ali was quite mysterious each morning when we were getting ready to leave. Alice and I got pretty frustrated a few times because we wanted to know if we should bring bathing suits and towels or if we needed to dress less like tourists than usual and all Ali would say is "We're going somewhere special." &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While with Ali we saw so many places it's really difficult to talk about them all. We went to Demre and saw the tomb and church of St. Nicolas- yes, that means the church of Santa Claus!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OnxSPmpI/AAAAAAAAABc/lgeU67aJo64/s1600-h/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097950117102590610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OnxSPmpI/AAAAAAAAABc/lgeU67aJo64/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed back into the mountains and drove up and around and over and under and all around until we came to Xanthos and saw an old amphitheater and temple. It was a Roman city (??? I think???) and is special because the city was often conquered and reconquered and the citizens of Xanthos prized their freedom so much that on two occasions they burned themselves alive rather than be enslaved by encroaching armies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OohSPmqI/AAAAAAAAABk/dEN5DVY9WUM/s1600-h/DSC04520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097950129987492514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OohSPmqI/AAAAAAAAABk/dEN5DVY9WUM/s320/DSC04520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After visiting there (a place Ali took us because seeing ancient ruins must be done, not because he was at all interested), we headed farther into the mountains. Cumra is rather yellow, dusty, and dry- there are lots of crops, some trees, and water is abundant, but it looks like one of the yellow and orange Van Gogh paintings while the place we were heading kept looking greener and greener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OqRSPmtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QsW_CPuU1UM/s1600-h/DSC04545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097950160052263634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OqRSPmtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QsW_CPuU1UM/s320/DSC04545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As night was falling, we finally parked and got out of the car. We walked a ways and crossed a rickety foot bridge over a river. Halfway across the bridge, I looked to my right and the mountain next to me opened up into this great, massive gash with a river pouring out of it. It was amazing. And as we walked into that gorge, along a thin metal pathway the temperature dropped A LOT and then we found the source of the water...the present source anyway. It was bubbling out of the rock like lava spurting all over and then tumbling out to where we first passed over the river. We kept walking, through a restaurant situated over the water (apparently a popular (and pretty nifty) way to eat in Antalya), to a section of the river that we could cross to continue up the gorge. The water was FRIGID!!!! but we made it through to the other side and walked up the gorge a ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OpRSPmrI/AAAAAAAAABs/fg95J-nU6Uk/s1600-h/DSC04534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097950142872394418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OpRSPmrI/AAAAAAAAABs/fg95J-nU6Uk/s320/DSC04534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, most of the gorge only has a trickle of water coming down it and there's mostly just mud- very good for the skin- and mud graffiti. Unfortunately, we went to the beach and Xanthos that day, so we only had a half hour to explore. It was enough to see amazing, beautiful rock formations and feel the water, but the gorge is 18 km long, so we definitely couldn't make it all the way to the end. Ali's father has several times and he said there are trees and water and they call it a hidden paradise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OpxSPmsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QNfbmVITiFU/s1600-h/DSC04544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097950151462329026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OpxSPmsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QNfbmVITiFU/s320/DSC04544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the gorge, we ate at one of the restuarants- situated over the water again- and had fish. One of the most surprising things about Turkey is how much fish they eat...maybe it's just Antalya, but I don't know because we had fish in Cumra too. They love it. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, from there we parted ways with Antalya and headed back to Cumra for some rest and visiting. We intended to meet some of Mustafa's friends and visit some of the places neared to Konya...We had plans for Cappadoccia and the Mevlana museum and simple visiting. But first we stopped to visit Durmus, Mustafa's brother, in Side...And I started to have what I thought was a small case of car sickness (with driving in Turkey what it is, I thought this a reasonable solution to a slight stomache).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-PKxSPmuI/AAAAAAAAACE/sKpnaz8I2Vk/s1600-h/DSC04558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097950718398012130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-PKxSPmuI/AAAAAAAAACE/sKpnaz8I2Vk/s320/DSC04558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Side) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-PLhSPmvI/AAAAAAAAACM/p1jHWc7DTDs/s1600-h/DSC04561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097950731282914034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-PLhSPmvI/AAAAAAAAACM/p1jHWc7DTDs/s320/DSC04561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-3189244483989706380?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/3189244483989706380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=3189244483989706380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3189244483989706380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3189244483989706380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2007/08/sakliekent-and-goodbye-to-kas.html' title='Sakliekent and the goodbye to Kas'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr-OnxSPmpI/AAAAAAAAABc/lgeU67aJo64/s72-c/IMG_2074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-2038150593718349777</id><published>2007-08-12T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:11:46.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'>Antalya</title><content type='html'>So, the drive to Antalya was through some really scary huge mountains. And Turkish driving is not like American driving. I never felt like I was going to die, but I can admit there were a few moments that I feared for safety. There aren't as many guard rails and the mountains are steep and the roads are curvy. The middle line isn't a dividing line as much as a line to follow and people honk their horns to warn other drivers they're coming around curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, the weather in Turkey is really hot and sunny. My arm got terribly sunburned- something I didn't realize until the next day when it looked like I was half lobster. Halfway through the Taurus Mountains the humidity hit us. Cumra was hot but dry and felt like an escape after the dripping humidity of Istanbul...once we arrived in Antalya, Mustafa, Alice, and I all thought we were going to melt. Antalya is this massive sprawling city that happens to be a resort spot for lots of Europeans, although we saw better beaches when we left for Kas (near Ali's hometown and three hours away). When we were driving into the city, Alice and I were looking around and wondering where the water was because the whole city is surrounded by mountains...we really didn't see water until we'd been in the city for almost an hour, and then I was really relieved...it was really, really hot there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in Antalya for one night, but Ali was a fabulous host and set up a distinct schedule for us. The next morning we set out for Kas, a town further along the coast, much less humid, and much more beautiful. Half way there, Ali said "Oh no, I think we're lost" and turned down this windy, mountain dirt road leading to down into the depths of a emerald mountain valley. About ten minutes later it became fairly obvious that we were not lost... We ended up at a restaurant set on the side of a beautiful valley with water flowing everywhere and the eating areas (meals are served on a raised table or dais and all the people sit on cushions around the raised surface) resting on the water. Our seats were, however, in a tree...really, in a tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097926645106317906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr95RhSPmlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MXdIBcF_G1E/s320/IMG_2050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a delicious dinner we continued toward Kas and ended up there rather late at night, tired, hot, but entirely surprised by the view afforded by the place we were staying. (Another surprise planned by Ali, we were staying in an apartment that some of his friends owned and he tried to act like we were just going to his house, but he had to get directions from his brother-in-law, so it was a little obvious he had something up his sleeve.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097926679466056306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr95ThSPmnI/AAAAAAAAABM/2PovpEzDpx0/s320/IMG_2083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coast of Turkey is littered with tons of old ruins and buildings and tombs and beaches and Ali did everything in his power to make sure we got a taste of everything. We spent one day on a boat on the waters off Kekova- absolutely clear, crystal blue waters- and swam above the ruins of an ancient Lydian/Roman city. The whole area has been flooded since the city was inhabited, so if you look under the water there are old stairways and buildings and pottery leading up to the island shores. In addition, there are tombs littering the mountain tops and everything is old but still holds some power...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097926700940892802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr95UxSPmoI/AAAAAAAAABU/gWU7nggrXc4/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also visited the longest beach in Turkey (I think Patara, but I can't remember exactly) and some of the other resort towns. All beautiful, Mediterranean villa towns with mosaics and bazaars and ancient ruins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097926666581154402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr95SxSPmmI/AAAAAAAAABE/eUIbXYG0eRA/s320/IMG_2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-2038150593718349777?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/2038150593718349777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=2038150593718349777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2038150593718349777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/2038150593718349777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2007/08/antalya.html' title='Antalya'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr95RhSPmlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MXdIBcF_G1E/s72-c/IMG_2050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-6513825351553436989</id><published>2007-08-12T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:11:46.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>So sorry for the delay, we arrived home safely, but I'm going to pretend like we're still there and write everything down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't any new posts since Istanbul because we were staying in boondock Turkish towns and villages for most of the remainder of our trip- beautiful, but rather difficult to find internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Istanbul for Konya and Cumra. Mustafa's family lives there and his cousin's wedding was that weekend - the WHOLE weekend. We took the bus overnight but arrived after the rest of the family had left for the village where the wedding was held, so we headed to the village...Let's just say going to a Turkish wedding is a great way to break the ice when you're meeting people. There were tons and tons of relatives and we met them all. We were there on Sunday, the third and final day of the wedding celebration. There were musicians and huge, HUGE pots of food and everyone walking around happy and glad to be together. It was a little overwhelming for Alice and me, especially since we hadn't eaten for quite a while and we were just meeting Mustafa's family for the first time. In addition to eating our first REAL Turkish meal we were surrounded by a small herd of young girls who were staring and giggling the whole time we were walking around and eating. They were kicked out of the room we ate in, but they peeked through the windows and chirped out our names whenever the door opened for someone else. It was pretty funny. By the end of the day, we had most of their names down and they were learning English phrases from Mustafa so they could tell us we had beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About mid-way through the day it was time to steal the bride. Most of Mustafa's family got into their cars and drove a few streets over to the bride's house. While the groom's family had a three day celebration the bride's family had a three day celebration/mourning. We all drove up to the house, honking the horns and yelling, then we piled up to the door way and watched as the entire bridal family cried their eyes out. A girl from Mustafa's family was with the bride and led her out of the house, then we piled back in the cars and drove back to Mustafa's house to watch the bride and groom meet. She cried the whole time and they went in the house, then she came out and Mustafa's family pinned gold coins on her dress and gave her gold necklaces and bracelets and welcomed her. Then there was dancing. It was mostly just the women and girls by that time, and Alice and I had a humiliating few minutes in which we were forced to dance with the girls...I know I can't dance at all, but those girls really put me to shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097920026561714754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr9zQRSPmkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UsBBdKgSdG0/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we finally went home and collapsed. It was overwhelming, but the day wasn't done. We also had visits from Mustafa's family at his house and then we went to his uncle's house and all of his relatives were so intrigued. They were staring and asking questions. The women had great fun putting their scarves on us and telling us we looked really Turkish...and finally we got to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was our first introduction to Mustafa's family- we met pretty much everyone and although the bride is supposed to cry and be upset, I'd be more upset than normal because all her glory was stolen by the two blonde American girls... really- no one paid attention to her. She just sat there crying and looking pretty and tearful. But, she was saying goodbye to her family forever, so I guess it's reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one day of rest, we headed to Antalya to visit one of my other friends, Ali. [Rest meaning eating, drinking tea, visiting Mustafa's extended family, having a few embarrassing moments (for example- we were given woolen socks as gifts but it was a great comedic episode to watch us put them on; all of Mustafa's aunts and cousins watched and laughed while we attempted to fit them on our massively huge feet.)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-6513825351553436989?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/6513825351553436989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=6513825351553436989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/6513825351553436989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/6513825351553436989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2007/08/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/Rr9zQRSPmkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UsBBdKgSdG0/s72-c/IMG_1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-49644490498244886</id><published>2007-07-28T08:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:11:46.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'>pictures...</title><content type='html'>We visited an island yesterday- it was really pretty and we took a carriage ride all around it. I think the horses really had to struggle to pull all five of us, the carriage, and the driver. They looked pretty sad and bony; they are also the smallest horses I've ever seen. There are only two cars on the whole island- one for the army and one for someone else, we figure maybe a doctor??? The carriages are the island's taxis. It is pretty awesome, kind of quaint. On one side of the island is the dock for the ferry and other boats. That is where the town is with all the restaurants and shops. Up and around the island is a military post and the biggest, most expensive Mediterranean villas I've seen yet. Farther on there is a Romani (gypsy) camp; it was very trashy and depressing to see all the wealth next to the slum-like houses. Then a little longer down the road is a resort. The only access to the resort is by boat, ship, or foot. There is no road that goes there. We had to get off the carriage so it could turn around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, nothing really new. The water is beautiful and clear. We rode the ferry to the island and people were throwing a kind of sesame bagel to the seagulls, but when I looked into the water I realized that there were fish trying to eat the bagel too! AND, it was quite possible and easy to see the fish and the different colors--- the water was THAT clear!!! Quite different from the Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, that's all. Just want to apologize, however, for using "cool" a billion times in the last post- kind of ridiculous to describe the Hagia Sophia as "reallycool," but I was tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-49644490498244886?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/49644490498244886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=49644490498244886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/49644490498244886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/49644490498244886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2007/07/pictures.html' title='pictures...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-3697396220090933664</id><published>2007-07-26T17:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:11:46.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'>Still in Istanbul..</title><content type='html'>Well, we finally saw Topkapi Palace, the Hagia Sophia, Sultanhamet (the Blue Mosque), and the Grand and Spice Bazaars. It is pretty amazing. Coming from Williamsburg, we've had history infused into life since the beginning, but it is nothing compared to what stands here. These buildings are older than our nation, sometimes twice as old as our nation....it's impossible not to feel some sort of awe. Add to that the fact that most of them are also incredibly beautiful with tiny, intricate details on every part and it becomes amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was finally cooler today- with lots of wind, still VERY hot, but not as bad as the past few days. We only needed one bottle of water instead of five. Lucky for us, the city transportation is pretty effective so we can get from one side to the other quickly. Walking is really nice too because all the stalls and stores are different. And, although there are a good number of pale, blonde Turkish people walking around, Alice and I have that look of amazement sometimes and all the sellers try to get us to buy things "Oh lady, you have beautiful eyes, buy this!" They are definitely persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we also stood in the middle of a swarm of pigeons. Although they are pretty nasty bird, it was cool to see them moving all around in the air like cloth. And the people who sold us birdseed were interesting. At first there was just an old man and immediately after we threw all the birdseed, and old woman hustled over and started bickering with the man- it got pretty intense, they were shoving each other. So, we quietly walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buildings are all pretty cool. We went to the Grand Bazaar which is really cool- it's huge and there are so many vendors. A lot of it is the same, but there still cool stuff. And, the prices are definitely inflated to take tourists' money, but having two Turkish guys around helped us walk away from that. We found the same thing in a different section of the city for 4 times less than they tried to seel it at the Bazaar, soooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if people here realize how lucky they are, I think they do. The whole city has easy access to the water and there are plenty of beautiful parks and places to sit and enjoy the water. Tonight we ate kumpir- a baked potato covered in all these different things, corn, peas (YUCK!), relish, olives, spices, mayonnaise, ketchup, cheese, lots of stuff- then we sat on benches next to the sea for a long time. As night fell, it got a lot cooler and the whole Anatolian side of the city was lit up across the water AND all the oldest buildings were lit up to our right on the Golden Horn. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll be heading to Konya and Cumra soon, so I am not sure the next time we'll post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-3697396220090933664?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/3697396220090933664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=3697396220090933664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3697396220090933664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/3697396220090933664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-in-istanbul.html' title='Still in Istanbul..'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-7013934308231369601</id><published>2007-07-23T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:11:46.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'>The fırst trıp ınto the cıty</title><content type='html'>Well, we took a boat tour of the upper Bosphorous today and walked around part of Istanbul- we're stayıng ın the suburbs, so ıt was cool to go ınto the center. We also vısıted the bıggest shoppıng mall ın Europe- ıt has sıx floors and a dırect entrance/exıt to the cıty's metro. Tomorrow we wıll be goıng to see topkapı palace, the hagıa sophıa, and the blue mosque! İt ıs very excıtıng and we're goıng to take lots of pıctures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather ıs quıte humıd and hot...surprısıng for me and paınful for the Turks. It ıs apparently not always so humıd...lucky for alıce and me, we are used to the humıdıty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no problems wıth the electıons. They do the same thıng as ın Iraq, voters are marked wıth ınk that wıll stay on thıer skın for up to 3 months. If you try to vote twıce, you are arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were rıdıng on the bus back to the apartment, the gırl sıttıng behınd us heard us speakıng Englısh and started to ask us questıons. She was surprısed to see Englısh-speakıng tourıst goıng to her sectıon of the suburbs. But we ended up talkıng about Harry Potter- of course. The Order of the Pheonıx movıe hasn't been released here yet, so she was excıted to hear about that. Also, the LAST book hasn't been released eıther, so she asked some questıons- nothıng to spoıl the end of course! The most amazıng part was that she taught herself most of what she knew- by watchıng the OC and Rachel Ray...obvıously the best examples of Amerıcan televısıon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the boys cooked us dınner- ıt was very delıcıous, but I thınk I saıd that already. Today, we had Iskender and baklava...tasty! Lunch was cheeses and breads and tomatoes...not anythıng so specıal, but also very delıcıous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now...Alıce looks alıttle sunburned and we're goıng to bed because ıt ıs so hot we are all toooooooooooooo tıred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-7013934308231369601?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/7013934308231369601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=7013934308231369601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7013934308231369601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7013934308231369601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2007/07/frst-trp-nto-cty.html' title='The fırst trıp ınto the cıty'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-5678233550041697423</id><published>2007-07-22T11:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:11:46.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='region of Turkey'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We fınally arrıved ın Turkey!!! Hooray! Alıce and I had to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt; through Barcelona's aırport to end up rıght back where we started + two departure stamps. But ıt doesn't matter because we ended up ın İstanbul on tıme. And Mustafa and hıs frıend only had to waıt 10 mınutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment ıs super nıce and so ıs Mustafa's frıend, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aykut&lt;/span&gt;. They cooked us dınner tonıght- very delıcıous, especıally the chıcken. :) The drıve to the apartment was pretty ınterestıng, we fınally started to belıeve that we are ın Turkey when we saw only one person use theır turn sıgnal. But the taxı drıver knew exactly what he was doıng and we saw some cool places. The apartment buıldıng ıs on top of a hıll- Alıce calls ıt a mountaın. The road was almost 90 degrees upward! It ıs &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;really hot&lt;/span&gt; here, but ıt ıs lıke Wıllıamsburg so ıt ıs ok. And there ıs a really nıce breeze and all the wındows are open and ıt's very pretty outsıde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was electıon day ın &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Turkey&lt;/span&gt;- very ımportant and also a lıttle worrısome. But we were flyıng most of the day so ıf there were any problems we mıssed them..but ı don't thınk there were any problems. Tonıght the results wıll be announced...maybe tomorrow the problems wıll start. just kıddıng, dad...no worrıes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for now, goodnıght...Mustafa says hello to everyone readıng thıs. :)&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-5678233550041697423?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/5678233550041697423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=5678233550041697423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5678233550041697423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/5678233550041697423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-fnally-arrved-n-turkey-hooray-alce.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237192748521947225.post-7511886771384430885</id><published>2007-07-15T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:03:08.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-departure'/><title type='text'>Countdown -Five Days</title><content type='html'>So, Alice and I are about to set off on our journey. It's still kind of surreal for me and I am not sure how Alice is feeling about it. The packing and the work scheduling just doesn't add up to getting on a plane and going across an ocean. Actually, I don't think getting on the plane will really sink in either...We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought this would be a cool way for everyone to see where we get to go and some of the pictures we take. Of course, Alice and I are just soooo computer savvy, we had to do this online instead of sending pictures home. Oh, pictures will come, but we want to be sure you all are able to see the buildings and hear the sounds of market sellers fighting over prices just hours after we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see if I can't find a map to trace our trip on too...I'm not so sure how that works, but I think it would be neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, probably this will be the only post this side of the ocean, after that you'll get updated as we find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks for all the well wishes, worries, and gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you when we return!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237192748521947225-7511886771384430885?l=acrossthemap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/feeds/7511886771384430885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237192748521947225&amp;postID=7511886771384430885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7511886771384430885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237192748521947225/posts/default/7511886771384430885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrossthemap.blogspot.com/2007/07/countdown-five-days.html' title='Countdown -Five Days'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4aqRUjD1ak/SwN9rOaxZjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OzIoeZYfncg/S220/IMG_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
