Kurban Bayram
Yesterday was the festivity for slaughtering goats and all the Turks were out in their fineries – even the belly dancers – as we gathered to eat kebabs – dance – and celebrate. I’ve been adopted by these people and feel so at one with them. B & F were on their way to Amsterdam this morning, and the pull to throw care to the wind and join them was immense. They head to Istanbul to ring in the New Year. The Turks wanted me to join them for their New Year’s celebration but this year I think I want to stay close to the LaLa, if just to be here and give thanks for having made it through this year. 