Crossroads
Dear Michael,
I’m wondering if your perfect cut and shave have grown out since we’ve been apart. I miss you, and it makes me smile to think about that master barber flaming your ears in Karaköy.
From the beginning, you made it better than it might have been. I gawked at the snowy forecast, but you laughed and said, “It will be our Turkey.” Our Turkey was a whirlwind of long walks to Istanbul’s incredible sights, flurried with pomegranate tea, and warm hummus. Our Turkey had the chill of suppressed freedom swirled together with vibrant expressions of art, music, and innovation. Our Turkey glittered with wealth and fell flat with poverty.
“A crossroads,” is how you described it, and to us it certainly was. Istanbul felt like one of the great intersections of the world, where fifteen million people meet to talk over warm manti in yogurt sauce, or pide, or a tasting of Turkish delight. The Ukrainians and Russians are talking there now, and I’m hoping for an end to this war.
I’m glad we stuffed our bags full of little gifts and took all the photos because it was fun to share our adventure stateside. We brought the Turkish barber to Washington DC and the restauranteur from Ortaköy to Florida. We brought the religious scholars from Pakistan to Philadelphia and the Moldovan businessmen to Utah. We brought the jazz singer from Galata to Atlanta, and the shopkeeper selling scarves in the old town to New York.
I think we did our very small bit to bring people closer together, and now I’m working my way back to you. I’ll be there soon with love.
Jill
Last remarks
- Thank you to our family for housing us, feeding us, and loving us when we come ‘home.’ Thank you for traveling to us when we don’t make it to your neck of the woods, and for sharing our adventure with us. Your excitement energizes us!
- Thank you to our friends that went out of their way to take time out for us when we were back in town. We will stow away your stories in our hearts and take them with us as far as we go.
Thanks for taking a shore leave to spend a belated 50th birthday celebration with me and for the best 50 years of friendship anyone could ever wish for. You seem happier than ever sailing around the world with Michael and I love hearing about all your adventures and promise to meet you someplace warm soon. Keep the updates coming. ❤️❤️❤️
Love the pic of you two celebrating your birthdays! Female friendships are the best!
Isn’t our picture funny? I love it and I love you! And I love the pics from Machu Pichu. Keep sending. (I’m sure I spelled that wrong)
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I never tire of reading your posts as your gift as a writer transports us to all of these far-flung places and those closer to home. I may not have visited half the places you’ve been on your journey, but I feel blessed seeing your amazing pictures and reading your passages that bring these adventures to life. Keep on sailing and keep on writing!
Aw, thanks Jenny. Come sail with us anytime. and by the way, I still think your adventures are more far flung than ours- hahaha!