Tired and happy

Day one in Istanbul. It’s just as amazing as it looked last night.

I didn’t sleep well. If I had slept the whole time I was in bed, I would have gotten 5 hours of sleep, but it felt like I was awake most of the night. It was pretty chilly. I slept better after I finally broke down and took a blanket off one of the unused beds.

The call to prayer was the final time I woke up before my alarm went off, and I honestly didn’t mind. It’s very surreal to be in a Muslim country, and that’s all part of the charm. It makes sense.

My airplane friend had told me about Turkish breakfasts, so it was no surprise when I came downstairs. The only surprising thing is how nice it was. Breakfast started at 8, and I was the first guest to arrive at 8 on the dot. The hard boiled eggs where still hot. For anyone interested in chickens ( Dad) yolks here don’t turn grey outside/yellow inside when boilEd. They’re actually bright orange. Turkish breakfast is also marinated olives, cheese, tomatoes, cucumbers, bread, and spreads like butter or Nutella. Hazelnuts are one of Turkeys primary exports, and they eat them all the time. I’d never had a whole hazelnut since til the plane ride here, and I’ve had them several times since. It seems like a staple here.

i wanted to be a the TopkapI Palace right as it opened at 9:00. Some Chilean men I met last nit had the same plan, but I started to get worried at 8:45 when they still hadn’t showed up to breakfast. They turned up shortly after, and the delay didn’t harm us at all. All of the tourism guides advised getting to the Topkapi Palace as early as possible to avoid massive crowds. Even at 10:00, when we finally arrived, we had the place almost to ourselves. There are huge perks to traveling in the off-season. It had barely started to get crowded by 2:00, when we left.

The Palace seemed like the Tower of London of Turkey. It was a massive complex of buildings with an almost unbelievably deep history, the royals lived there, and the Crown Jewels are displayed there. I have seen so many diamonds and emeralds as big as eggs this week, it would make your head swim.

there was an additional fee to enter the harem. This is where the sultan lived, along with the queen mother, princes, favorites, concubines, and eunuchs. It was by far the best part of the Palace. It was amazingly gorgeous, and it is crazy to imagine all of the people who once walked the exact same corridors.

we had turkish kebabs for lunch before going to the Hagia Sophia, known in Istanbul as the Ayasofya.

the Ayasofya is easily one of the most amazing places I have seen in my life. I had an art history teacher once tell the class that it was in a constant state of reparation, which makes sense when you consider how old it is. The scaffolding on one side was a little obstructive, but at least I can’t blame my timing.

The experience was overwhelming. We stayed for hours. As I stood in the upper gallery looking down on the hall, listening to the evening call to prayer, it literally brought tears to my eyes. It’s incredible and indescribable. Truly a place to see before you die.

I even took some photos with my iPad so you wouldn’t have to wait.

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the Hagia Sophia is a tough act to follow. How do you compete with that much history and beauty? but the Blue Mosque was literally right across the Hippodrom, so we gave it a shot.

The Blue Mosque is much more beautiful than the Ayasofia on the outside. The inside was even pretty beautiful, but nothing like where we had just been. Still, it was interesting to be in an active mosque. You can all look forward to photos of me with bare feet and a head scarf.

there were a few women who were walking around without anything on their head. I think they took it off as soon as they got in. I was a lot more upset than I would have expected myself to be. I don’t know. It was just shockingly disrespectful. It was so kind of the Muslim community to allow us into their place of worship at all. They didn’t charge admission. Although covering my head wasn’t part of my belief system, I was a guest in their mosque. Ugh. I was appalled.

After the Blue Mosque, the boys wanted to go to the Taksim neighborhood to eat at istanbul’s Hard Rock Cafe. It was about 2.5 km away and off the historic peninsula where we’d been up to this time. The road passed the Galata Tower and some interesting newer neighborhoods.

We stopped to try Turkish Coffee and fortify ourselves against the cold. Since I was really hoping to get some good sleep tonight, I opted for Sahlep instead. Luca, one of the Italians, had bought me a cup of it last night from a street vendor. It’s a sweet, hot milk and cinnamon drink that is very traditionally Turkish. I’ll save coffee for some morning. The friendly shopkeer took an odd turn and was getting a little too friendly. I actually resorted to telling him I was married and meeting my husband for dinner that night. Alberto and Tomas backed up my story like old pros, but the guy still wouldn’t piss off. We left in a hurry.

a few blocks later, it started to rain. We decided to take a taxi as far as the Galata Tower and walk the rest of the way. A police officer with a very large rifle was kind enough to help us flag down a taxi and negotiate a fare.

When we landed at the Galata Tower, we realized that there were still some people on the uppermost gallery. It didn’t close for another hour, so we decided to go up. It’s one of the oldest towers in the world, but because of its location on a hill it rises above the Istanbul skyline. You can see the whole city from the top. Even Asia!!!

the walls are over two meters thick at the bottom but only 29 centimeters at the top. You can walk all the way around the outside of the tower, and the view is stunning. There are splendid mosques in every direction.

Of course we took lots of photos. Then, weirdly, an Asian guy asked if he could take a photo of me “because I was so beautiful.”

On our way out of the tower, we decided that perhaps we were not hungry or rich enough for Hard Rock Cafe. We thought something like tapas would be better, but our chances of finding it in Istanbul seemed slim. We headed towards Taksim anyway, because that’s where many good restaurants and bars are meant to be. We were only hoping to find appetizers or a happy hour, but the first restaurant we came upon when we reached the district was in fact tapas.

We enjoyed a couple small plates and a pitcher of happy hour sangria, then it was time to head back to the hostel.

Today was amazing. Is only day one, and Istanbul has already exceeded my wildest expectations. I am so incredibly exhausted, and I am so excited to do it all again tomorrow. I think I’ll be spending the day alone this time. I want to hit the last of my big tourist destinations before Friday night when the weekenders arrive, but they’re mostly places that Albert and Tomas have already visited. I am going to be at the Bascillica Cistern when it opens. The Italians who I had met on my first night we’re sadly at the end of their tour, but they said that the cistern was the #1 most beautiful thing they’d seen in Istanbul. The Hagia Sophia was #2. That’s pretty serious. Oh, and it was also in the James Bond film, From Russia With Love.

I would also like to hit the Grand Bazaar (featured in Amazing Race last season), a Turkish bath, and the Egyptian Spice Bazaar. There are these vendors everywhere selling some kind of bagel-looking thing, and it’s definitely time to try one of those too. And probably Turkish coffee. It’s already past midnight and I’m not wasting any time tomorrow morning.

 

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London to Istanbul

I arrived in Istanbul around 9:00 tonight. I wasn’t planning to go until Thursday, but the flights were so early I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get to London on time. I took a glance at the flights that left Wednesday, and they turned out to be much cheaper and much more convenient. I departed from Gatwick, which is much closer and more convenient than Heathrow, and I was still be able to go to class beforehand. Plus, I get an extra day in Istanbul.

The flight was the best I have ever had. Turkish Airlines is my new favorite way to fly. It was is direct flight, and they served dinner. It was the best plane food I have ever had. It included a little appetizer, almond cake for desset, and for after dinner they served coffee and tea. All of the beverages were complimentary: the beer, wine, even the spirits.

I sat next to a Turkish lady who was really nice. She was returning from London, where she had been visiting her daughter. She had a lot of great advice about traveling in Istanbul, and gave me her card before we got off the plane, so now I have a friend in Istanbul to call if I get in trouble. But I won’t! But it’s really nice to know.

I’m staying at a hostel called Cordial House. The rooms are regularly 13 euro a night, but they reduced the rates so that my entire 5 nights stay was only 23 euro. This includes free wifi, breakfast, a airport shuttle… it basically pays for itself. Moreover, it’s located right in the middle of Sultanahmet. It’s only a short walk to some very exciting places: the Hagia Sophia, Blue Mosque, Topkapi Palace, Grand Bazaar and Spice Bazaar, as well as some of the better reviewed Turkish Baths.

just the taxi drive to the hostel was amazing, this city is magical. It’s hard to believe that all these buildings are actually here. I’ve never seen anything like it.

i I was too excited to stay in tonight, so I befriended some people in the lobby. I walked around the Hagia Sofia, Blue Mosque, Tikpaka Palace, and a bunch of other historic buildings in the area with two Italian men. When we got back to the hostel, I met a bunch other guys from all over the world. Italy, chile, and turkey. Two of them were also planning to be at the Tikpaka Palace when it opens tomorrow, like I was, so we’re all going to go together.

I am interested to see how it’s going to work sleeping in a room with 7 other girls. I still haven’t located the bathroom.

“In Transition” and In London

So I was not as much of a homebody today as I was anticipating. I made it to my class in the morning, but barely. The professor continues to be one of my favorites. He’s challenging yet supportive, and he helped me get information about where to go for my foot. I couldn’t get a same-day appointment with any doctors, so I headed to Queen’s Road for the walk-in clinic. I arrived just after 11:00, and was told that the wait was nearly three hours. The waiting room was dismal. It was large, but they were so busy today that it was just crowded with sick coughing people. Bearing in mind that if they got to my name and I wasn’t present, I would lose my appointment… I popped next door to a coffee shop.

It was the same coffee shop, by the way, where I had spent my very first hours in Brighton. It’s right by the train station, so I waited there on Day 1 for Alec to get off work and come pick me up. The food and coffee was as delicious as ever. I went through several rounds of drinks (I think it’s rude to stay through multiple turnovers without purchasing anything more. it’s the waitress in me) and when I got tired of coffee, I decided to be a little more adventurous. I’d see Elderflower soda everywhere since I arrived in England, and I’ve been curious about it. I just never knew the right time to try it. It so happens to be delicious. It’s a very light flavored soda, like grapefruit without the bitterness and slightly floral.

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I poked my head in at the clinic after about 2 hours, but they were pretty accurate with their initial estimate. I held out til the last 30 minutes before waiting in the clinic itself, trying to inconspicuously breathe only through my scarf will playing solitaire on my iPad.

When it was finally my turn, it all seemed a little anticlimactic. The doctor was nice but didn’t really care much. He kinda looked at my foot, ignored my knee, and told me I had plantar faschiitis. He told me to take 400 mg of ibuprofen 3x a day, and acetaminophen 2x a day between the rounds of ibuprofen. He didn’t explain much of what was going on or how it happened or when I might see improvement. He told me that if it continued to bother me, I should see my general physician and get stronger painkillers. He also suggested that I might go get an arch-support insole from the UK version of CVS pharmacy, Boots.

I was underwhelmed.

On my way to this Boots, I pass several stores. I glance in the window of one. It seems to be advertising orthopedic shoes, but they’re all pretty cute. There’s a model skeleton foot in the window, so it’s obviously legit. I stop in, just expecting to see horribly expensive shoes and be on my way. Best decision I made all day. Within 15 minutes I had had an extensive consultation with their house podiatrist and was being fitted for some arch support insoles specifically made for plantar faschiitis. They also printed off a few pages of exercised I could do that will help, and were able to answer all my questions. It was awesome. I was very impressed, and it really made me feel better. It’s hard to be in this much pain and just be told “Yeah, take some ibuprofen or whatever.” I have, by the way, noticed a huge difference already. The soles are such that they both support the foot and stabilize it, so the injured parties are better able to heal themselves over time. In the short term, the major difference is that it has redistributed some of the pressure. They didn’t come cheap, but I really don’t care. Anything is worth it if it will help me right now.

I stopped back by school on the way home. I wanted to make sure there were no boarding passes or anything else for me to print off, so I wouldn’t have to walk all the way back to school if I were running behind tomorrow. It’s hard to get used to things like not having a printer at home. I had also noticed this fabulous little travel-sized watercolor palette in the school supply shop that I wanted to take on my travels.

What I totally forgot is that the show I had worked so hard on curating opened tonight. The title of the show is “In Transition”. I went and double-checked my travel details in the computer labs, stopped by the studios, and headed down to see the exhibit. The work looked great.

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obviously admiring the curation

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I think most people were going out after the show, but I needed to come home, rest, and pack before my trip to Istanbul tomorrow. Oh, and blog about my amazing trip to London.

LONDONTOWN!

We went to the Tower first thing yesterday. Marcos and I were both amazingly pretty close to being on time. I had made a tactical error that morning and missed my intended train. I got out of the house just barely later than I’d hoped. I probably still could have made it, but I was a little nervous about it. I was about half a block from the bus stop when I saw the Brighton Station coach pull up, but I wasn’t desperate enough to run on my bad foot. About 7 minutes later, I’d overtaken the bus, and it pulled up at another stop just as I was passing it. My first red flag should have been that I overtook the bus so easily, but I took it as a sign from fate and hopped on. Then, the bus turned the opposite direction of the station. My confusion turned to horror as I realized that the painfully slow bus was in fact circling the entire town before it would end up at the station, and I was trapped. I was now further from my destination that when I had started walking. We arrived at Brighton Station 2 minutes after my train left.

Fortunately there was a fast train leaving 10 minutes later, so I caught that and all was well. I met Marcos at the Tower. Of. London.

so exciting!!!

the approach from the Underground: so exciting!!!

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There are some ups and downs to visiting the Tower in February. The Tower is absolutely amazing, and it’s amazing no matter when you go. However, it requires you to make a choice: freeze your butt off in the winter, or battle crowds of tourists in the summer. We had the place to ourselves, for as long as we could stand it.

A guided tour started about 10 minutes after we arrived, so we decided to wait for it. Peter the Beefeater was our tourguide. No one really knows the origin of the name Beefeater. It probably has to do with the fact that the Queen’s body guards were so well fed while the peasants around them were starving to death. Peter himself was one of the more interesting parts of the tour.

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Peter the Beefeater

Peter the Beefeater

To become a beefeater, you have to have served for at least 26 years in the British armed forces, reached a certain rank, and have earned some specific and impressive-sounding medals that I don’t recall. The crazy part, though, is that they all live in the Tower with their families. There’s a whole community that just… lives there. They get locked in every night. I can hardly get my head around visiting historically drenched place, I don’t know if I could handle living there. That would be incredible. Talk about having the place to yourself! What an odd community. I have so many questions about what that kind of life is like. What happens if your 17 year old son is late coming home and isn’t in the door by 10:00? What if you ever want to go out to a show? That’s bound to happen sometimes! Can you take holidays? What if there’s a medical emergency that the resident doctor can’t address on his own?

But the Tower was amazing. I mean, truly every part of it is amazing. I don’t know where to begin–it’s something you just have to see for yourself. The easy things to explain are the awesome Beefeaters, or the Ravens. It was once said that if the ravens were ever to leave to Tower of London, the White Tower would crumble and England would fall. The number can never fall before 6, so they keep 8 just in case. One of Peter’s jobs is keeper of the ravens. He’s their primary caretaker. Feeds them, puts them to bed, everything. He can even tell them apart. They’re terrifying birds, but they all look the same.

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traitor's gate

traitor’s gate

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The crown jewels blew my mind. Marcos and I went by them over and over. When I was growing up, I was so upset that America didn’t have a monarchy and I could never grow up to be a princess. Founding fathers be damned, that was such a rip off. After seeing my very favorite movie in 1995, A Little Princess, I was able to comfort myself with the knowledge that all girls are princesses. Until now. Not all girls have rocks like these.

By the way, I still think that this is one of the best movies ever made. My mom will never let me live down how emotional I got the first time I saw this movie. I totally lost it in the theatre, crying and screaming at the screen. I was four. Although I have to say, the older I get, the more I seem to cry when I watch it.

Real princesses, though… they have real jewels.

There is so much history in that place. I hope I get the chance to go back when it’s just a little warmer.

We hit a Starbucks and headed to the tube. When we arrived, the whole station was being evacuated. We found out at the next nearest station that the lines that ran though it were temporarily out of service due to “person on tracks.” They sure don’t dress it up at all. You would think they could call it “technical difficulties” or “obstruction on track” or something a little more discreet. Oddly, this has happened every single time I’ve been in London. Then again, I’ve been primarily on Mondays. Maybe Mondays are just a hard day for people.

After lunch, we headed to the Royal Academy to see the Manet portraiture exhibit.

happy girl

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It was great. As an artist, it’s really interesting to look at an extensive chronological collection of works by one artist and see they the paintings developed over time. He’s a really fabulous painter, too. I was a little disappointed that Olympia and The Bar at Folies-Bergeres weren’t present. I don’t want to sound unappreciative of the exhibit. The work was wonderful. It’s just that those two are so famous, you kindof want to be able to see them in real life. You want to look at them relative to the rest of his work. I’m curious about them the way I’m curious about celebrities.

From here it was on to the Tate Britain. I have to say, it kicked the Tate Modern’s butt. It was even undergoing renovations, so it was a little bizarre at times…

galleries look so strange when they're empty

galleries look so strange when they’re empty

but the collection itself was amazing. The modern art was curated quite interestingly, and the 1500’s and 1600’s work was just some of the most bizarre I’ve ever seen. There was a whole room of Victorian women with lower-than-low-cut tops surrounded by watermelons, and another room full of scifi fantasy Lord of the Rings landscapes. It was brilliant. There were also some excellent works by my darling John Singer Sargent. The first piece of his I was shocked to see hung on the upper row of a salon-style room. I’m going to go ahead and chalk that up to a space shortage, with all the remodeling they’re doing. It was disappointing, though, because it’s one that I knew about and I’d really wanted to see closer.

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lame statue!

lame statue!

I also had a little flashback to the trauma that occurred when I went to the Met to see Sargent’s Madame X. It is my favorite painting, and I was unbelievably excited to see it for the first time. I won’t retell the whole brutal story, but it ended up being in storage… and there were many tears shed. The story has a happy ending, eventually. Thanks to my truly amazing boyfriend, I got to go back to New York last spring and I saw it then.

this! in storage! can you imagine?

But there’s a side story about the painting itself. Sargent was painting it for the Paris salon, but had so much trouble painting her fair skin that by the time he finished he was worrying about the paint cracking and peeling. The week before the exhibit, while finishing the original painting, he also made an exact copy of it. He never finished the copy, and it ended up in the Tate Britain… and, you guessed it, it was in storage yesterday. Go figure. I guess Matthew’s going to have to take me back to London, too…

Marcos and I decided to make it an earlier night than some of our other London adventures. It had been an early morning for both of us, and London can really wear a body out. We were having drinks to discuss art and philosophy and culture, you know, wind down, when he pointed out that the building right outside the window is none other than the MI6 headquarters.

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You know, the one that gets blown up in the beginning of Skyfall. We’re going to go back during the day so I can get a photo of me standing in the exact same spot on the bridge as Judi Dench did during that scene. How cool is that??? London it amazing!

Drinks lead to dinner, and I had Indian food for the first time. Nothing is more British than that, right? It was delicious, and I even managed to not miss the last train home. Once again, London was amazing… and I’m beginning to get the feeling that no amount of time there will ever be quite enough.

cheat day

I went to London today.

Once again, it was amazing… and once again, I didn’t make it home until very late.

The bad news is that the pain in my foot has become too persistent and severe to ignore. It’s been about 4 weeks now, and my opposite knee has become excruciatingly painful as well probably due to compensation. I’m concerned because I have heavy travel planned for the next four consecutive weekends. I am going to see the doctor after class tomorrow. Ironically, this will involve more walking, which will undoubtedly aggravate the injury. Ha! Such is life in Brighton.

I plan to spend as much of the day at home as possible tomorrow, resting my foot, so I’ll write about London at that time. That kinda feels like cheating on the whole “writing every day” thing. But it’s late now, and I need to get up early tomorrow to get to class and to get this taken care of.

The day after tomorrow, I’ll be in Istanbul.

wait… the Oscars are tonight?

The weather here is so cold, I cannot wait to go to Istanbul. I won’t need my heavy coat when I get there, but I can’t decide whether or not I should bring it so I don’t freeze on the walk between my house and the train station. It takes a little over 20 minutes, but if the weather is going to be anything like today I don’t think I could have made it.

I actually walked to the train station today. I’ve started buying my rail tickets online in advance so that they’re cheaper and I can avoid queues. However, you need to be able to present the card used to make the purchase in order to retrieve the tickets. The machines that are usually used for this function don’t recognize my card. In Europe, cards all have little chips at one end. Instead of swiping it, like you do in America, you just stick the end of the card into a shallow slot and leave it there. Since I have an American card, to retrieve my pre-purchased tickets I have to wait in line to see an actual live teller. This isn’t usually a problem, but the lines can be somewhat unpredictable and I usually run late. So, to be safe, I went up there today just to collect all the train tickets I’ll be using for the next few weeks. These include the ones I bought for my sister. I can’t believe how soon she’ll be here!

I wanted to do this today because I’m catching the 9 AM to London tomorrow. It’s the first train after peak times, when fares are nearly double. I’m meeting Marcos at the Tower at 10:30, and we have another ambitious day planned.

The weather won’t be nearly as nice as it was last Monday. Like I said, temperatures plummeted. It was nearly perfect a week ago, but today I couldn’t feel my toes when I got back home. Thank goodness Al and Alice had a fire on.

foot model!

foot model!

I walked around a few shops today, looking for cheap shoes. I don’t think there  is such a thing in Brighton. Even stores with traditionally poor-quality goods at cheap prices, like H&M, seemed weirdly expensive. The quality was still rubbish, but they were charging more than £30. The shoes that my Mom got for me are amazing, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that they were the only wearable pair that I had. It was like a shoe-pocalypse after I arrived. My wardrobe is split pretty evenly between brown-shoes clothes and black-shoes clothes, so just one more pair would have me totally set.

I found a really great pair of Italian vintage leather boots with rabbit fur trim. They were on sale from 70 to 40, and I haggled the price down to 30. They fit perfectly, very comfortable, only lightly worn, they’re a good lasting quality, and they’re extremely cute. It’s more than I was hoping to spend, but it didn’t look like I was finding anything cheaper. I’m really happy with them!

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shoe model: my new career?

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work it!

I’m looking forward to waking up tomorrow and finding out who won the Oscars. Actually, I thought they’d already happened… but now that I know they’re tonight, I’m excited again. I wish I could have been at an awesome Oscars party with my Mom, and I really wish I could have gone to see the Oscar Shorts at the Tivoli with everyone. That’s always such a fun time. I can’t wait til next year!

The Perks of a Beachtown

Surprisingly, no one seems to go to the beach on a Saturday night in the freezing cold.

I’d had a productive day at the house. I spent it cleaning my room and watching my flatmate smoke some pork. Alec was having friends over to watch the rugby game and eat homemade barbeque. Smoked meat with Jack Stack barbeque sauce… there was enough for me to join in, and it tasted just like home. It was a good day, but at the end of it, I decided that I needed to get out of the house. I hadn’t heard of much going on tonight from my university friends, so I decided to walk down to the sea. I hadn’t been there in the dark, yet. I don’t know if I’ve been on any beach late at night. I remember one night in Mexico my family got up in wee hours to go look for baby sea turtles…. and I stayed in bed. I regret that. Anyway, no sea turtles, but I’m making up for that now. It wasn’t really as cold as it’s seemed the past few days, but maybe that’s just because I was walking briskly. It was really nice when I arrived to have the whole shoreline to myself. The ocean is always amazing, but it just seems especially vast in the dark.

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It wasn’t nearly as bright as my camera makes it look. I almost didn’t even try to take pictures, it was so black. I’m glad I did… I actually think those turned out really beautiful. I’m glad I went.

I was thinking today about everything I haven’t done yet. I’m pretty disappointed with myself so far. I’ve been in Europe for more than a month, but everything I’ve done so far could have been accomplished in one really good week.  Part of it has been that I’m adjusting to living in a new place, and that takes time. Part of it is money. But honestly, I wonder if I could have done more. I’ve known since day 1 that I won’t have the time nor means to do everything I want, so why have I been waiting?

With that in mind, I checked out the emails that RyanAir and CheapOAir have been sending me about their cheap, last-minute fares. I could get round trip tickets to NYC, Orlando, Hong Kong, Bangkok, or Dubai for around 400 GBP. (Oh, and by the way, the current exchange rate is 1.52 GBP to USD, which is way better than I’ve ever seen it.) More in my price range, though, were little places like Budapest, Amsterdam, and Istanbul. It was a really tough decision, but in the end I decided on Istanbul. The weather there is perfect right now. I’d rather go there before it gets to hot, and wait to go to Amsterdam and Budapest til they warm up.

So I bought a flight, and I leave after class next Wednesday. I’ll be returning on Monday. The weekend after that I’m going to Paris, and the weekend after that Kathleen will arrive. I’m about to kick some European/Asian buttocks.

Adventure is out there!

work work work

I have a headache tonight.

Today was cold out again. The weather had gotten so nice last week I was hoping that spring was coming up. Apparently not yet.

I went in to school today to see how the hanging was going. My job as a curator was find the best place for all of the work. Now, it’s the job of a separate hanging team to come through and actually get the pieces onto the walls. Everyone has been working very hard, and it’s really starting to come together. I pitched in a little towards the end. I’m excited to see how it looks when it’s finished.

Here’s what it looks like in progress:

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We’re mostly waiting on the printmakers and performing arts students to finalize their work. The opening is on Tuesday, but apparently no one works over the weekend. We have a day and a half left, if we really need it. I’m sure it will all come together.

On Fridays, we also have “seminars.” The class meets with the professor for our year, Madeline, and the students who want feedback on their work bring it with them. It’s like an informal, optional critique once a week. It seemed rather odd to have one today in the midst of all the chaos to get ready for the show, but it was interesting. I like the work being done by the other students and it’s interesting to hear what the dialogue is like apart from KCAI. The conversation here is definitely different.

Other than the hard work, though, today was pretty uneventful. I’ve been enjoying a lot of English comedies lately and made some more popcorn tonight. I’m afraid my Chicken Fiesta leftovers are going fast. I may have to make it again soon.