Week 2...Still eating...

İf İ lived in this country İ would be a very fat woman.
İm telling you, you must visit Turkey, but be prepared, something will come over you when you arrive, you will forget about all site seeing, that guide book you read and circled all the various places you were going to visit... you might make it to a few... but really your mind will go in a different direction and all you will think of is "eat food, drink tea"... and thats really it. Living in Turkey for two weeks thus far, I have mastered these two habits. Dare to ask me if İ can wake up in the morning and drink a bottomless cup of tea while eating a neverending plate of pastries and cheese... well the answer is yes İ can do it and İ can do it well. All of these years searching for my hidden talent and little did I know it was just waiting for me on plate at a place called Ciya.

Rachel this discription is for you...

İ just want to tell you right now, İf Ciya was a woman... you and İ would be completely out of luck. There hasnt been one meal at Ciya (and there have been many) that Evrim and İ havent thought of you and Rick. The food is something that one can not describe and if you tried to you would be setting yourself up to fail. I can only pray that the four of us will one day sit down to a shared meal at Ciya.

Anyways... besides eating we have been doing a lot of what is my second hidden talent and that is relaxing to the extreme, seeing how long I can actually go just laying down wheather thats on a private boat tour through the bosphorous accompanied by Evrims lovely family, a breezy deck that overlooks four islands, or on a bed of warm marble in a Turkish Hamam getting my own personal scrub down and bath, in all of these ways İ have been able to master the art of relaxation.

Side note: For those of you who dont know, İ recently purchased a stunning pair of ruby red Danskos, that will put a dent in your wallet... little did İ know these fabulous "walking shoes" would turn my feet into the source of all blisters. İ was foolishly told upon buying these shoes that İ could actually blanch (yes İ am speaking of the cooking term) the shoes and somehow they would magically turn into a soft leather making your treks through the city easy and comfortable. İ can now say İ have blanched my shoes and İ will only further note that they were sent on a plane back to America. (Evrim's side side note: Blanching shoes aparently doesn't work but İ'll just mention that the shoes probably shouldn't be a half size larger to start...)