Obama is in Istanbul... it's weird as an American that this is such a big deal. i mean, it's expected I know how these things work, but half of the roads are closed, it's all over the news... I don't know. Says something about our place in the world, although I'm sure the same thing happens to some extent for any foreign leader. still...
Anywho, this morning as I was coming back from taking the kids down to their school bus, the doorman tried to talk with me... I couldn't understand... it made me think of people speaking more loudly at other people who don't speak the language, like that helps (how many times have I subjected non-english speakers to this). Not that the man was rude. Actually, he was quite lovely, smiling and whatnot. The people I have met are very kind. The other day I was reading on the steps and another doorman brought me a cushion... I can't speak with the maid, Melahat (nice lady! a new hero), but a lot of the time at home I forget that I am in Turkey because English is spoken... and if it isn't, well, it isn't. No big deal.
Tonight I am filling in for a storytime at a family friend's bookstore (their au pair is on vacation), at this child-themed concept mall called Mohini (I saw the children's movie "Dog Hotel" in Turkish there the other day. As you can imagine, kid's movie, plot driven, easy to follow)... this child's mall would be a dream to me if I were a kids. Ah, market to the young ones... by the by, never realized before how uncomfotable toy guns make me. I'll say it! love, rachel
Also, hearing turkish children saying "oh snap" is one of the funniest things I have ever experienced. as my friend scott little back in davis commented, clearly they have been watching television... very much introduced to much american culture... luckily, i feel like not everything is foreign to me. I've had halva before. I know Rumi (not that anyone's mentioned him)... yep, Turkish expert in the house!
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