I wish I could say that I spent every weekend in Istanbul on the streets of Taksim, with a gaggle of hostelers, traipsing through the avenues between the high heels clicking on the imported Chinese granite.
I would say that if I could, but I'd be a big liar.
I went to bed at about 7 last night, slept for 14 hours. Glorious hours.
Long hot shower,
tea,
took messages for guests,
breakfast of avocado slathered over rice/corn crackers, and fresh tomato slices on top,
exchanging stories with 2 american boys,
giggling over French with two girls from Paris,
meant to check email and do research for new york,
ended up listening to Tallest Man On Earth on tumblr,
looked up 30 rock quotes,
Sunday is good.
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