I’ve been absorbed back into school life this last week. Reacquainting myself with the secret lives of six and seven year olds. One foot still in Istanbul, the other planted firmly in the classroom.
Which is to say I abruptly ended my travel stories. And you know I am nothing if not thorough, with a compulsion to conclude everything I start. Which is to say, I’ll return where I left off. Probably. Eventually.
Because there are some things I still need to tell you. About our unorthodox car rental business in Izmir conducted on the trunk of the car using sign language. About the South Aegean Sea where we swam for 2 days in a row and rented chairs from a man named Rambo. About a drive we took at sunset up a narrow mountain road into a lovely village in our swim costumes. Or maybe I’ll just post all the travel journal pages and let you puzzle everything together.
It’s all folded in between these pages. The ordinary and extraordinary. Small compartments of magic that a line or an image carry.
I added quite a few full page photos when I returned home. The majority of the journal was completed in Istanbul, but I leave blank pages for the pictures, which I print out on Office Max thin double-sided matte photo paper on my Canon MP 620 printer.
I’ll include a video from Sister. Who is much steadier with a camera that I am.