Up the Irons in the Middle East

A huge Steff metal Up the Irons! to:

Turkish food, for being amazing, especially chocolate pancakes and kebabs and rice and hummus. The amazing experience of being here during Ramadam and being part of such a deeply religious experience. Our hotel in Panakuule, which has an epic pool, climbing the walls of Troy, air conditioning, free time with my husband, the Turkish guy who stopped us in the street the other day to say “heavy metal!”, when everything is organized for us and we just have to show up, our tour group (who are all rad), the call to prayer eminating from the nearby mosque (there is always a nearby mosque) five times a day – it’s a magical sound, having to surrepticiously throw the goat as it’s seen as “the evil eye” over here, the fact that every place we travel to is innundated with hundreds of adorable kittens, and the wonderful sights, smells and sounds of Turkey.

Yes, I am happy

that's me, throwing the goat at Troy

Steff