It’s not a shame that photography is banned inside the palace. When you step away from the lens, because the whole building you’re in is a masterpiece, you get to reflect and be grateful that you have some place that you can call home and to be this proud of, too.
In my post-trip musings and an everlasting record of shameless internet rantings between friends and family, from my trip to Turkey, I rediscovered a snippet and quote that perhaps can sum up my feelings about my next trip. “I’m leaving Turkey; I have a flight back; I am going back to BYU for spring term; […]
I received in my inbox this week a flight itinerary. That’s right. A ticket confirmation. But you know, before I embark on my next trip abroad or announce my next adventure, I just want to say: Holy cats. I am one lucky girl. I live in a beautiful place RIGHT NOW. And I have so […]
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Protests in Istanbul are a common occurrence. Every Saturday I see a few groups here and there with signs I can’t translate fighting for causes unknown to me. A Turkish friend with me brushes off the causes they are fighting for, knowing their pleas will continually be ignored. Whatever,…
Note: My friends are truly the best. Especially the ones who write to you each week even when you’re 5000 miles apart. Going through my emails with Sarah, two notes stick out. The first is a note from her — one of the more profound thoughts and pieces of advice that I received abroad, and […]
For all of you just tuning in, here’s the second of the “Turkey Letters”: post-trip insights via letters between friends and family. If you didn’t read the first, read “The Turkey Letters: The lesson of the Charity Crow”. This week’s epistle goes to a certain rapscallion currently, like, studying philosophy in Greece (scoff *whimper*). Enjoy! To […]