Pasta Salad Fail

There have been very few completely inedible dishes at the university cafeteria. Veggies are generally overcooked, but today's "pasta salad" wins the dubious prize of: Foods I Can't Take a Third Bite Of.
First bite, hmmm, strange sauce, what is it? Second bite, NOOOOOOOOO! It's ketchup!?!!!

THE HORROR

The sandalet saga

Hypothetical sandelet

Ahhhh, summertime--how nice it would be to have a pair of sandals to wear! Oh wait, I still have gigantic, godzilla size feet unlike the rest of the female Turkish population (strangely enough there are three of us monster-footed women in my office). What to do...

In one of my wandering walks around Sarıyer, I noticed that one of the shoe stores on a side street had a sign advertising they could order small or large sizes. Well, then, I went in and browsed. Most of the shoes had scary high heels, but there were a couple pairs of sandals with reasonable wedge soles (not as nice as the image above, though). 

I managed to ask whether they had the sandals in size 42, and the owner dutifully performed the "shock-and-pity" reaction, staring down at my feet in case I had simply gotten my Turkish numbers confused. No, they didn't have them in stock, but they could be special ordered. The price was reasonable, so I said yes. He told me to come back the following Tuesday, but since we would be in Trabzon that week, I told him I would come back the week after next.

On Monday of this week, I went back to the store. He was on the phone, but he stopped for a second to tell me, "Yarın," that is, tomorrow. On Tuesday, I returned around 5pm. When he saw me come in, he said that he needed to make a phone call. He reported back that the sandals would be in the shop by 7pm. I said, OK, I'll come back tomorrow. On Wednesday, I returned and told myself that if the sandals weren't there this time, I would quit chasing after these non-existent shoes. This time he said that the shoes came, but the shoemaker put a heel on the sandal, not a wedge. We both agreed that wedge was better, and that is what I originally wanted. He then said he would personally go to the workshop and see that the sandals were made with a size 42 wedge sole. Got me! At least this time I got a business card with his name and phone number. 

But, I wimped out about actually calling...and went back to the store two days later. As I was walking down the street, the store owner was outside, and he told me, "Olmadı" -- It didn't happen. Apparently, the size 42 wedge soles were not available after all. I guess I should be grateful that he finally said so... 

Trabzon & Batumi

What a week! We really packed in a lot in a few days. On Monday we flew to Trabzon to visit our friend Sarah and her family. Of course, the weather was rainy almost all week... thank you very much Black Sea!

A break in the clouds at the end of an all-day rain

We enjoyed our time hanging out with Sarah and her family. Here is her son Deni at an uncharacteristically calm moment.

Deni in a more typical mode

Deni and Ruslan 

While Trabzon is much smaller than Istanbul, it is quite lively with its 1 million people in the city center. We went to Trabzon's Aya Sofya, which has recently been reconverted from a museum to a mosque. There is a small inside area that is set aside as a secular space, but the main floor design is completely covered by the rugs for the mosque. Plus it's too bad that very little care was put into making the mosque itself look interesting. Here are some details that show the overlapping church and mosque from centuries before:

Aya Sofya Church/Museum/Mosque

We also went to the Trabzon Museum, which features ethnographic and archaeological artifacts:

Do not adjust your set, this is Flat Mercury.

Oh dear, Turklish.

We walked around town:

In the market

Our big adventure was going to Batumi--just over the border into Georgia. Sarah had spent two years there before settling in Turkey, so she was happy to shepherd us around. She speaks Russian and some Georgian, which made everything much easier! Ruslan heroically stayed behind to watch Deni. Before we left, Ruslan kept telling us that Georgia is "wilder" than Turkey. If by wilder, you mean on average poorer, then yes it was; for example, the infrastructure was crumbling, cows meandered across main roads, and there were second hand shops on every corner. Other differences include masses of Russian tourists, Dubai style modern architecture, public drunkeness, and men folding up their shirts to expose their beer bellies when they get overheated. Aside from the Russians, who were dressed to party, most people were in very humble clothes. 

In about 24 hours, we walked along the coastline, walked around the city center, went to the Archaeology Museum, went to the Botanical Gardens, rode a funicular, and ate a lot! It rained, of course, but we never got soaked. For me, the Botanical Gardens were the highlight. They were just out of the city and amazingly lush.

Archaeology Museum

Botanical Gardens

The funicular ride was more fun for some

Our new favorites: Tarragon Lemonade and Borjomi mineral water

Important decisions to be made

Waiting to eat, again!

The minibus at the Botanical Gardens

I know I dwell on transportation details, but this trip represents a new level of ad hoc getting there. So, from Sarah's apartment we took a taxi, a minibus, and an intercity bus, which picked up and dropped off passengers every 10-15 minutes along the highway. At the border between Turkey and Georgia, we got off the bus, and walked through customs. The bus was stuck in line with all of the commercial traffic. We called the bus driver once we got to Georgia, and he said it would take a long time for the bus to catch up with us. From there, we got a minibus to Batumi. The whole trip took about 5 hours.

On the way back, we caught the minibus back to the border, walked through customs, and negotiated seats on a random intercity bus back to Trabzon. This part was the most haphazard because the bus assistants didn't tell us where to sit, and in the middle of the trip two new passengers got on with tickets for our seats. Grumpiness ensued, and Sarah and I had to move to other empty seats. At least there was a friendly person who switched seats so that we could sit together. Alex thought they were going to kick us off the bus, and he got up too. The bus assistant told him to stay, and as Alex walked back to his seat, he got yelled at for tripping on the loose carpet in the aisle! Jerks. The other detail they didn't bother to tell us is that the bus would stop on the highway next to the airport in Trabzon to let us off (as opposed to the dropping us off at the bus station). So, we were completely surprised when they yelled at us to hurry up and get off the bus. Luckily there was a minibus right there to take us to the city center in Trabzon, where we caught one more minibus to get back to Sarah's place. Phew.

Then we just had one last day to hang out before going back to Istanbul. That trip was remarkably easy and low-key. We came back laden with goodies: Tarragon lemonade, Sulguni (a kind of Georgian cheese), and mountain honey (and everything stayed intact in our checked luggage!!).

Tomorrow I go back to teaching for the 5 week summer term. Ever onwards...

Haircut :)

My last haircut was one year ago... it was about time, I think. (This was the best of several awkward photos.)

Treading Water

Phew.... it's exhausting doing nothing, especially when that nothing must be done at a desk in an office. Since the middle of May, when the teaching part of the semester ended, I've been doing much too much nothing. I was actually grateful to spend the last two days of grading proficiency exam essays. The one good thing is that I had hours and hours to study Turkish vocabulary on this cool website, where I created a study file for myself with 2,851 words.
Yesterday we finally got the email of mercy which announced that we didn't have to come to work on Friday. Seriously, the exams are graded and the summer courses are planned, but no one knows their teaching schedule for the summer. There would have been even less nothing to do.
...and now, vacation. I can do nothing wherever I want!

Sadberk Hanım Müzesi

We finally visited the Sadberk Hanım Müzesi, a local museum which is full of interesting antiquities (from 8 thousand years ago, even) and other fancy stuff from Ottoman times. The gift shop had only a few postcards, so this image doesn't really do justice to the span of the collection:

From bottom left: 18th century embroidery, 19th century embroidery, 

16th century ceramic pitcher, 16th century tile

While we were there, another English speaking group was finishing up their tour, and the most important thing one man wanted to know was whether there was a McDonald's or Burger King nearby. *sigh*

How the Semester Ended

So Many Good Intentions Here

By far, it wasn't the hardest semester I've ever taught. It just didn't gel. So, the good news is that it's over. 

This weekend has been quite rainy, so I'm getting a slow start. I want to get out of the university zone, but I'm not thrilled about sloshing about in the chilly, wet air. Alex went to the archives today, and if all goes to plan we will meet later to have dinner at a Thai restaurant. Much better than pathetic green jello failure!