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It’s my second night in Istanbul.

I’ve eaten too much.

I haven’t heard a fellow native English speaker for days.

I was confused and frightened by a toilet (my husband had to pick up his diploma and his university had old school squatting toilets.) Their high-tech toilets also have confused and frightened me.

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My in-laws pinch my cheeks a lot and are sweet. They’re patient with my utter lack of Turkish language skills.

A lot more signs in Arabic than last time (for the Syrians.) There are huge posters of Erdogan everywhere.

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Erdogan everywhere.
Erdogan everywhere.
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That’s me taking a ferry from Asia back to Europe.

If I never post again, it’s because I finally got hit by a car. It’s inevitable that I get hit by a car in Istanbul.

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