My sister and I at our house in Panama C.Z. circa 1972. We were too busy fighting to ever think about traveling to Istanbul. I was v.v. busy eating mangos off trees, running from wild boars, feeding coatimundis (I loved those little guys.), playing in the jungle, swimming in the deep blue sea, putting frog eggs in jars and watching tadpoles hatch. My sister was too busy kissing boys and riding in Chiva busses.