Istanbul actually has two airports: Sabiha Gokcen Airport on the Asian side of the Bosphorus Strait, about which I know nothing, and Atatürk Airport on the European side of things,* in which we’ve spent a substantial amount of time, all told.[More….]
Monthly Archives: June 2015
That seems like kind of a crazy thing to say, I know. But if by Spanish you mean the language they speak in Spain, there just isn’t a single language that meets that definition. [More….]
–which is the sound of their egos escaping from their bodies….”
Let me back up just a little. [More….]
This is a feeling I don’t want to be getting used to—the sinking feeling that comes when you see the empty space where your bike is supposed to be, accompanied by the recognition that someone has figuratively poked you in the eye. [More….]
I borrowed a baby at church yesterday.* Sitting not far from me was a young mom from Bolivia with 8-month-old twin boys. She had one baby in her arms and the other beside her in a double-wide stroller, poised to begin complaining, so I offered to take the first. I knew from a stint I had done previously walking the halls with him (or his brother—no hope of telling) that he would be heavy, and I was so right. [More….]
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