Turkey II

After Cappadocia we went to Ankara. It wasn’t our favorite spot but did have some kid friendly sites like a park within walking distance from our hotel. 

Caesar Augustius’ coins below. The museums in the city were pretty educational as well.


This is a local tea spot. Most Men just sip and chat all day long. Sometimes he sidewalks were so covered with them that we had to walk on the streets just to bypass them and their smoke.



Castle on a hill.    

At the big park there were restaurants along the side with playgrounds for the kids. It was actually quite lovely and serene. 


Last stop Istanbul.


The emperor’s doorway into Hagia Sophia.

The former mosque and church have intricate designs even though it’s clearly rundown.


The underground cistern was quite fun for the kids and heart skipping for me. There were fish swimming in shallow waters with nary a strong or well spaced railing for the kids. 


The spice market was fun to be able to walk through but…    

The walk out was claustrophobia inducing. Seriousl, like grab your kids and ensure they are breathing and hightail it out.


The Blue mosque was pretty as well.


It was my first time to enter a mosque and yes I had to have my head covered.


Next was the palace. Lest you feel like our mason jars are too adorned, see above for the more glammed kind.


Granted we were hitting a low, the palace wasn’t that great. We saw jewels and some of the kitchen and random little rooms but nothing like I was hoping for. Standing for hours to see a tiny room was just hard to handle and not sure it was worth corralling the kids. 

Bad Style Choices & Spent Energy

Traveling provides an opportunity for me to examine others’ clothing choices & what they shoot with their camera.

And laugh at them. And me. Because that’s only fair.


Razzle dazzle bedazzle.


It’s hard to tell from the picture but she’s wearing a business suit & uggs. Bad combo.


Shiny, glossy (as in must have to get shoes shined) sneakers. Yes sneakers that are “dressy”.



Taking pictures of cats when you have 100 year old ruins all around you.


Disclaimer: I am no fashion guru and recognize my clothing of choice leaves much to be desired as well as my camera shooting subjects. See above. It was my best pair of “clean” pants. And I was cold.

 Oh the things you see and do when you trave…

Say what?!


This was going to be a big day for me. My first day to drive around and run errands. I also was meeting my Arabic teacher at my house. It went downhill after I dropped the babies off at preschool.

I arrived home 10 minutes before the tutor was suppose to arrive. As i hurriedly and cluelessly tried to get coffee brewing in the maker (I don’t drink coffee) I get a call from my tutor R and she is at the location my map had pinpointed our house as being located. But alas shes not outside my house and I have no idea where she is.

So I get in my friend’s car (who generously is lending it to me while she is away) and start driving and looking. She then says she’s by the Libyan embassy. So I google map it and realize it’s 15 minutes away-say what?!

I book it over and when I get to the location R says that she can’t see me and neither can I. So I hand my phone to a Libyan guard who then explains to her in Arabic that there’s two Libyan embassies. And they are across town. Say what?!


So I try to drive away only to get flagged down for driving the wrong way on a one way street. Some kind person told me to follow him to get out of the maze of roads and I google map something major just to get my bearings. I am concerned about this being the first way I am meeting my Arabic tutor. I wish I could just jet pack it to her location and don’t want to waste her time or have her feel like she is being used or be disrespectful of her.

Enter my handsome husband, I called him and mercifully he answered (unusual) and was able to jump in the car and meet R and escort her back to our house.

Oh did I mention that my househelper was waiting outside the house in windy weather? Yep, totally couldn’t do anything about that either.

As I drove back I just tried to find things I was thankful for.

-Like not crashing or even getting any scratches on my friends car (there were some narrow roads!).

-That my hubby was able to meet my tutor and hopefully profusely apologize.

-I am thankful my househelper was so kind and graciously waited outside.

-I am also thankful that I saw a different part of the city that apparently let’s goats eat off the garbage hills next to apartments.

-And also the highway was at a standstill because a shepherd and his sheep or goats needed to walk through!

-My tutor R was also very forgiving and understanding. Even though I forgot to ever make the coffee and our heater wasn’t working so she had one of our blankets wrapped around her!

Humbling, mercy-full, kinda tiring and just plain need to get over it!

Oh and as I went to pick up the kids???

I totally got lost again!

Nothing like a good humbling day!