Jet Lag

I’m back from Turkey. The solar eclipse was amaaaaazing, and probably the most staggering cosmic event I ever hope to see. (Anything more staggering would probably involve large asteroids hitting the Earth.)

But I’ve seen a lot more than a solar eclipse. I’ve seen the Dervishes whirl. I’ve flown in a balloon over the lunar landscape of Cappadocia. I’ve seen Our Lady of Ephesus, one of the genuine Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. I’ve participated in a raki-fueled dancing orgy around a blazing bonfire. I’ve walked on 2000-year-old mosaics, seen a 9000-year-old idol, and seen part of the stone from the Kaaba. I’ve met the World’s Greatest Carpet Salesman (and of course bought a carpet). I’ve been in the harem of the Ottoman sultan— well, actually two harems. I’ve seen mosques, mosaics, and muezzins. I’ve even seen the Prophet’s beard.

I’ve seen so much, in fact, that I’ll have to wait for the pictures to remember it all. Jet lag does that to me.

More anon, when there’s time.