04 September 2013

All the Cool Cultures Have Circle Dances

Lest anyone think that my life consists of traveling around the country and visiting mosques I thought I'd briefly post on some of the more normal things I get up to here.

Not too long ago a friend of a friend had a leaving Istanbul party. I got invited because I adopted his girl friend's cat so you know, I'd met him. For the party we all brought food, beer, or raki and he rented a boat so we had a private night time Bosphorus cruise. Best things about the party other than meeting new fun people and having a private Bosphorus cruise:

  • çığ köfte - meat balls made with bulgar wheat and raw meat. Heck yes. Great recipe here
  • There was a full moon that night that was big and low and yellowy and we got to watch it rise behind the lit up "first bridge" connecting European and Asian Istanbul.
  • His roommate brought a saz (think small lute) and we had a Johnny Cash sing along with a traditional Turkish instrument.
And yes! I adopted a cat! I must really be Turkish now. The couple of the above cruise saw her on the street and felt so bad for the poor, sick little kitty that they took her in and got her treated by a vet. They couldn't keep her though and as soon as I saw a picture I needed to have her. And since I have photos of neither of these other events...please enjoy pictures of my cat!

Yes I am a typical cat and no you may not use your laptop

What the frak is this?

She's a tortoiseshell and her name is Sherlock. I don't care that she's female, her name is Sherlock. She's kind of insane and performs some pretty awesome gymnastics when playing. Her somersault is impressive as is the height she gets on a vertical jump.

What in here is for me?

Have cat, will travel
I'm mildly concerned that she might eat my face one night. I wake up to her lying full on my face, batting at or licking my nose, or, more often than not, just walking across my face. Thank goodness she's still pretty skinny. Her new favorite thing though is climbing up my leg. Which hurts, a lot. especially when I'm not wearing pants.

What else have I up to? Sunday I went to a Turkish wedding reception. The bride is American but it's actually the Turkish groom I knew. He's part owner of a few restaurants in Old City and I met him shortly after I moved here. I go to his places fairly frequently, one was actually one of my alternative offices when my apartment internet went down, and he kind of adopted me.

Naturally I got to the venue at the time cited on the invitation. More fool I. An hour and a half the newly wedded couple and the majority of the guests arrived. Until then it was me sitting awkwardly with a few empty tables separating me from what turned out to be the groom's family. With whom I enjoyed practicing my Turkish. Although I don't seem to have conveyed that I was the groom's friend and not the American bride's friend/sister/colleague. However once the awkwardness was over I had a lot of fun joining what ever traditional dance was happening. Far as I can tell it was, hold pinkies with the people on either side of you, move your hands up and down, then step forward, step cross, step step, step back, step back, step step, and repeat as the entire circle slowly revolves. More fun than it sounds.

Tomorrow I'm going to explore Eyup, one of Istanbul's many neighborhoody sub burbs. I am largely excited by the fact that I can take a ferry. I heart ferries. So soon it'll be back to the regularly scheduled 'I went to another mosque' postings!

No, pay attention to ME. ME!!!!!!!

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