The Post In Which I Won’t Negotiate

I slept fitfully, the time change wreaking havoc with my circadian rhythms, and was up before the sun. Breakfast was in the restaurant downstairs, and when I walked in, I was the only one in the place. They pointed me to the bread basket and tea pot. These are the Turkish tea cups. See that […]

The Post in Which I Travel and Eat and Travel and Eat

It turns out I don’t speak Turkish. Not a word. Instead, whenever somebody does something I say danke, which makes no sense at all, because I don’t actually speak German either, and there’s a high likelihood neither of us does. The end result is I’m trying to say “thank you” in a language nobody speaks. […]

The Wrong Trip

I shouldn’t be here right now. Really, I shouldn’t. If things had gone as planned, right now I would be wrapping up a trip to Paris, probably having a delicious dinner somewhere, preparing for a flight home. But the school schedule intervened, so my colleagues asked me to move my vacation in order to accommodate […]