KSL News heard about my experiences in Turkey & interviewed me a couple days ago. Here’s the piece they did on me:
and here’s the blog post I wrote about it.
Teenagers in Ankara, Turkey are far too fun. We spent the day talking with 16 & 17 year-olds, and wished we could spend longer. It was endless energy for about four hours.
We stare at each other, she with her melon bra, & me with my Nikon, neither of us blinking. We are both sure the other is out of place.
Sex sells. In Paris it would seem that’s the only way to sell anything. Next to me in a train station is a large banner of clearly topless woman posing with a slice of watermelon.
I can see her shaking slightly from fatigue. My face is hot, as adrenaline begins to move through me. The body doesn’t understand when it’s too late.
Violence is not what I was expecting Mom to bring, Read more
People mill around, early for their train. The man next to me looks around, his destination on his mind. Philip (my Nikon) sits casually in my lap. I look at the track as his gaze moves to me.
After I was settled in we took the train from Torcy Read more
In Paris, they make an art out of pretending them are the only ones in the train. This can be difficult due to the crowd that occurs a couple times a day. There is no eye contact, and definitely no small smile. On the way home from Quartier Latin in Paris, I took an empty seat and quietly watched the people around me. I was born and raised a people watcher, and this is a bizarre and amusing dance. Read more
That first day walking around Paris with Raoul was hot, upper 90s with 80% humidity hot, & I hadn’t slept in two days. I am not one that gets nauseous, & can count on my hands how many times I’ve thrown up. But as the day went on I got steadily sicker.