Istanbul

The splendor of the Blue Mosque

Dear friends and family, if you're thinking about visiting Istanbul and you'd like to meet up with me, the answer is Yes. I'll be there.

Our friends from the States passed through for a few glorious child-free days (and lucky for me it's a cheap direct flight from Tbilisi).

Istanbul is really impressive. It's an intense city and a fascinating display of East meets West.

Blue Mosque interior

This tilework was in the Sultan's Harem, but it's similar to what you'd find in the Blue Mosque.

Hagia Sofia was built by order of Justinian in the 6th century. After nearly 1000 years of functioning as the center of Eastern Orthodoxy it was overtaken by the Ottoman Turks who converted it to a mosque. Since 1935 it has been preserved as a museum (to be honest, I'm not sure how else they could afford to maintain it. It requires constant renovations).

Hagia Sofia does not disappoint; the juxtaposition of Christian and Muslim symbols is significant.

Even with decaying panels, the colors were brilliant.

Stunning mosaics, unintentionally protected by a plaster layer applied when it functioned as a mosque, were revealed in renovations.

Friends in foreign lands. So great to reconnect.

Looking out over the Sea of Marmara

Geographically, Istanbul is unique because it's the only naturally occurring transcontinental city; it's located in both Europe and Asia. The two halves are separated by the Bosporus Strait which leads to the Black Sea. There are commuter boats running back and forth continuously, so it's easy to visit both parts.

I had a great visit, I was particularly impressed by Turkish hospitality, salesmanship, all things spice/tea/dried fruit/nut-related, and of course, the shopping.

Toothy aspirations

Teeth are sort of a big deal at our house right now. Someone's always losing one or getting a new one. Exhibit A.

Exhibit B.

Exhibit C with a fine new set of choppers.

So now everyone can get in on the action,

of preparing those pearly whites to generate income.

Success! If only the tooth fairy could keep up.

thoughts

I bought this little gem by Zviad Gogolauri at Drybridge Market last fall

Here's something: thoughts about our time in Georgia. When asked how I feel about things I invariably respond that it is fairly easy to live here, although compared to what I'm not sure. It's hard to know, hard to remember how I used to feel because everything about my life here is so completely different from my previous life, and now that life feels like a dream. And since Georgia is not my permanent destination, my present also has a dreamlike quality. I'm always returning to this notion, Life is but a dream.

I wonder if the ups and downs we experience here would be the same no matter where we live, or if they are amplified by our locale? I'm inclined to believe the latter. Sometimes I find myself wondering how I could have ever willfully left behind a life that took so much effort to build and that I loved. (I have an answer, of course, and it has to do with security, but it's not always comforting enough.)

I'm searching for the balance between acknowledging disappointments and keeping my chin up. I fear sounding ungrateful, but I have to admit that sometimes this life we chose is just, hard. The time difference alone is a great divider; the cultural differences and language barriers are not things to be taken lightly; and missing out on living life with our loved ones is an ever present ache.

But since I must end this post on a high note, I'll say that I'm grateful to have lived long enough to understand that life comes in seasons. Whether easy or hard, simple or complicated, happy or aching, all seasons of life pass on and new ones begin. And that's something to keep your chin up.