I have been back in Istanbul for six days now–I landed the evening of the 13th, and it is now the evening of the 19th. It feels like waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay longer has gone by.
Since I arrived, I have done the following things:
forgotten the turkish words for "yesterday" and "seven"
tasted homemade cider
was given a nice new jacket by Adair because he had a spare which someone had left in Turkey with him (and I had tragically forgotten my leather jacket in Boston)
walked home in a storm, got soaked
sang a song about crawdads with Fatih, the melancholy cider-maker and professional translator (both french and english to turkish) ("My mom teaches turkish and when she has a question about turkish, she comes to me. I’m word crazy.")
woken up to snowy istanbul
ate syrian food with orkun and jari
convinced orkun to try improv for the first time–he and jari went up together and they had the funniest scene of the night, a speed retelling of cinderella
got convinced to go to an audition, and got the part of Leo in "The Producers"
was offered freelance work at my old job when I saw my old boss at the pub
taught two private lessons to a nine-year old rich kid who doesn’t want to do his homework, and my job is to make him write adverbs in cursive and then we play soccer in his tiny room
ran into some french musicians whom jari knew and who were throwing a cultural convention at a hostel, and we offered to cater their first night’s event
schemed up a menu for 50 people with jari
negotiated with a cashier at BIM for the temporary use of a shopping cart to push ten kilos of vegetables around the street
got taught the Kurdish words for bread, almonds, cheese, apricots and olives by an old man in the cheese shop
forgotten the Kurdish words for almonds, cheese, apricots and olives (bread is naan, so that one was easy to remember)
made a curry in a giant vat in a hostel kitchen
helped jari make like 200 lime crab harissa briks (I was in charge of frying them, he in charge of folding the filling into phyllo dough)
met 40 people from all over the balkans and europe
played music with jari for 40 people all over the balkans and europe
spoken french, bosnian, turkish, and a little spanish with new people
It’s addictive, you know? This city. I’m glad I came back.