Sitting right here reading about Istanbul and sultans and empires and Roman ruins and bathhouses and The Grand Bazaar. Well, earlier I was. Now I'm inside typing this. French windows are open wide. Cool air drifting across my arms as I type.
Do you know how many times I've opened and closed that little window? Um. A lot. It's the final piece of the back patio puzzle sliding into place. Absolutely no troglodytes can peer over or through. None.
I'm on my second Turkish movie in as many days. Last night The Edge Of Heaven. Tonight, Head On. This last one is actually German, but about Turkish culture. And I have a pile more in my instant watch Netflix queue. I download to my Roku player and watch on the television. So cool! So free!
A male voice singing Ave Maria drifts in my window now. It rises and falls over the hills and down the street and up here to me. Seriously beautiful.