As I can barely keep my eyes open, I head straight for the coffee stand to get some famous Turkish coffee. Guess what? I feel like I can fly. That ish is definitely working.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Bipolar Turkey; must drink Turkish coffee
Straight off our flight, my mom and I hop on a cruise down the Bosphorous, the strait that runs through Istanbul linking Europe and Asia (btw, how cool is it to have a country that is part Asian part European, which also makes it an interesting cultural and political crossroads as being labeled "Eurasian." My favorite history teacher - BL - how would you define Turkey? I'm curious to know).
As I can barely keep my eyes open, I head straight for the coffee stand to get some famous Turkish coffee. Guess what? I feel like I can fly. That ish is definitely working.
As I can barely keep my eyes open, I head straight for the coffee stand to get some famous Turkish coffee. Guess what? I feel like I can fly. That ish is definitely working.
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