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Our family is so impressed by how faithfully a certain traveler chronicles her annual trips abroad. Jr. Blogger felt inspired to do likewise.

After waking up to a glorious morning of the first day of our much-anticipated staycation, W headed off to a men’s breakfast with some locals while B took a walk. The laziness lag really hit me hard so I slept in then went to do some computer work for a few hours.
By then it was about twelve o clock so we lunched on a lovely meal B cooked up from a local market called ethay efrigeratorray. We’d read about an ice cream social happening at the Grant Park so we headed over there. It turns out, local ice cream is delicious. Notable favors were the mint leaf basil with chocolate from a restaurant called Lundblad and mango sorbet we cooked up ourselves. After that we were pretty pooped so we relaxed at our rented house for an hour then headed off to the biggest event of the day: the San Fransisco Opera. Tonight’s show was the Marriage of Figaro.
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We packed some dinners to go and headed off.
It was exciting to drive across the famed bay bridge and through the city I had learned so much about from Pixar’s inside out. I was eager to see how accurate it was but was disappointed to find that the people here don’t have little beings controlling them from the inside.
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During the pre-show activities we learned that the set of the opera is actually built by starting with the last act and working “backwards” to act 3, then 2 and 1.  I’m certainly more of a modern musical theater nerd than an opera nerd but I was nonetheless interested in the production details and excited for the show. And I wasn’t disappointed.
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Since we knew nothing about opera and this one was in Italian, B read us a summary of the plot.
The ATT Theatre had lovely acoustics and the show was entertaining and beautifully performed. I found myself noticing the fascinating gender dynamics which drove the plot throughout the show. As the marriage of Figaro is set in the 18th century, men hold almost all the power in the society. The male leads are constantly objectifying and cheating on the women. However, while the men hold the power in the society, the women held the power in the story. They had complex plans and quick-witted comebacks that even the supposedly clever Figaro had trouble grasping. At the first intermission, B and I set off on a quest for a boba tea stand we’d seen on the way in. We got a little lost and after finding out way out of a maintenance hall, were convinced to try out a new karaoke app promoted by a nearby booth. I wanted a free t shirt so I agreed to sing along to Let It Go from Frozen using the app which played music through headphones. When I finished, I collected my complimentary t and was mortified to hear that I could “see my performance on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook.” Great.
We finally got our boba and made it back to our seats to watch act two. At the second intermission, we were pooped and (although it’s not the hardcore way) decided to head home. A very good start to our staycation 2015.
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A group of locals singing the national anthem. It sounded beautiful even though we couldn’t understand it. Our San Franciscan is a little rusty.
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An exotic fruit we bought from a street vendor who claimed buying from him was the only safe way.

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A Quiet Season

Lent started on Feb 13, but I hardly noticed. I was working hard to to launch a new website, and I was sick besides.

On a Sunday in late February, I took a long walk from my house into the Berkeley hills, alone and without my phone. I was struck that Lent — which I typically associated with self-denial, introspection and sobriety — was a gift. It is a gift to be called into quietness, to remember that we are limited and God is limitless.

I am reading A Timbered Choir: Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry. Here’s his opening poem:

I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.

Sing it Straight

My family loves baseball season. But one thing they do not love is the way I critique and dissect how the national anthem is sung at the beginning of the game. My family thinks I am too picky. I think that I am merely exercising common sense. 

The Star Spangled Banner is notoriously difficult to sing. Unless you really have the chops to embellish it, it is best sung straight, without riffs, runs, trills or whatever vocal improvisation you, in a moment of delusion, thought you could pull off. Singer, know thyself.

Speaking of chops…which awesome version of the Star Spangled Banner do you think is the awesome-est? Beyonce’s or Whitney’s

 

 

Quiz Winner

Amidst the (not) overwhelming response to my Roman-themed literary trivia game, I am pleased to award the prize to Team Fa-Kaji. Between ancient lit-loving dad and Latin-studying daughter #3, I should have known they would be ringers. Your prize, a bottle of Pomegranate sauce, will soon be delivered to your home, by me or an authorized representative.

The first quote is, indeed, from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, a great play with many memorable lines.

In addition to  “O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am gentle and meek with these butchers!” (Marc Antony to the murdered Caesar), we also have “Beware and Ides of March..,” “Et tu, Brute?” “Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears…” and so on.

I don’t know nearly as much Shakespeare as I should. But dangit, I love that guy.

Literary Trivia

To spice up our pictures of ruins in Ephesus and Pergamon, I thought we could play Greco Roman themed literary trivia. Each question is worth 3 points: speaker(s)/author/title. I am trusting you not to cheat via the interwebs. Team play okay. Yes, there will be a prize. Ready?

1. “O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am gentle and meek with these butchers!”

2. “Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who traveled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.”

3. “Great is Artemis of the Ephesians!”

 

4. “All Gaul is divided into three parts, of which the Belgians inhabit one, the Aquatanians another, and those who in their own language are called Celts and in ours are called Gauls inhabit the third.” (hint: this quote was provided by Kate who is studying Latin).

Put your answer in the comment section or email them to me at borareed [at] gmail.com. Partial credit possible. Game ends by noon on January 7 Istanbul time (10:00pm PDT). Ties will be decided either with tiebreaker question (if I can think of one) or by random drawing. Let the games begin!

 

Istanbul: Charms and Alarms

Apologies for the technical boof in the last post. Should be working now.

Onto today's post:

It's wonderful to be here in Istanbul and get a first-hand taste of what life is like for the E-Rs. This city and culture is complicated to be sure: life is both rich and strenuous. Keep reading for our little band's list of likes and dislikes.

Anna (age 12): Charm: it's pomegranate (nar) season. It's one of my favorite fruits and the nar here is wonderful and sweet. Also, all the stray animals. Even though they might have fungus (according to Aunty Negar), the numerous stray cats and dogs are friendly and look much healthier than strays in America. We saw 45 cats in one day. Alarm: the butter and the milk taste like cheese.

Kate (age 16): Charm: fresh, chewy, sesame seed-studded simit (looks like a bagel). It is served everywhere, all the time. Alarm: My mother's snoring in our shared room. (mother's note: this is not an Istanbul-specific phenomenon).

Wes (age 47): Charm: how close friends walk arm-in-arm. Alarm: how often buses come harrowingly close to one's car at high speeds. (this doesn't phase our drive, Uncle Matt).

Bora (age 44 for a few more weeks): Charm: most bakeries are open 24/7, tradition of having tea brewing all day, how much Turks value helping you, even if you are a stranger. Alarm: Istanbul traffic, the male dominance.

Negar (age 39): Charm: Having Anna in the house. Alarm: Any time Anna leaves the house. (this bit was written by Anna)

Negar (for reals): Charm: people willing to be leisurely, especially when drinking coffee or tea, no one rushes you. Alarm: the chaos of daily life.

Matt (age 38): Charm: the chaos of Istanbul. Alarm: the chaos of Istanbul.

Cireus (age 9): Charm: my friends at school, having lots of neat places to visit. Alarm: how people bump into other people. A lot.

Omeed (age 6): Charm: they have nice ancient ruins. Alarm: that a lot of people smoke cigarettes.

Shahdi (age almost 4): Charm: playing in the park. Alarm: not playing in the park. (Shahdi also recommended lammacun (lah-mah-joon), a flatbread covered with spices, ground meat, tomatoes. mmm).

Our favorite charm of Istanbul? The wonderful E-Rs, of course.

 

 

“It is better to pray than to sleep”

The call to prayer sounds five times a day in Istanbul. In the old days, the caller used to cry out from the top of the mosque; these days, the call comes over a loudspeaker. Every mosque issues a call to prayer at approximately–but not precisely–the same time. The call to prayer is calibrated to the movement of the sun, so it's at a slightly different time everyday. The words are the same each time, with the exception of the morning call, which has the added line, “It is better to pray than to sleep.” They really mean this, because the “dawn” call to prayer starts when it's pitch black. Shouldn't “sunrise” prayer have a bit of sun in it? See for yourself (this is just a tiny snippet; if you listen closely, you'll hear overlapping calls from various locations).

First touristy day in Istanbul

Imagine that you are the only member of your family living in the Bay Area and all your friends and family live far away but want to come visit. How many times will you drive to the Golden Gate Bridge? Alcatraz? Ah, the goodwill patience of our hosts as they took us to the Istanbul “must sees”: Hagia Sophia (site of church built by Constantine, turned mosque during the Ottoman rule, turned museum), the new and blue mosques, the spice market and the Grand Bazar. And we were so glad they were willing to visit these sites for the umpteenth time. They are “must see” for a reason.

Crossing the Bosphorus; feeding the seagulls

The European side with Hagia Sophia on the hill

Inside the centuries old new mosque

Outside Hagia Sophia

So much history in Istanbul née Constantinople née Byzantium. The Crusades, the rise of the Ottoman Empire, Christian patriarchs. It all happened right here.
 
 

 

A few photos from Christmas in Istanbul

We're here! In Turkey!

We are so fortunate to spend our winter break with Wes' brother, Matt, and his family who moved to Istanbul about a year and a half ago. We arrived just in time for Christmas.

Playing with Christmas blocks

 

Since Christmas is not celebrated in this predominantly Muslim country, all around us it was business as usual. We opened gifts and listened to Chirtmas music and Wes cooked up an impressive dinner: turkey, mashed potatoes, cornbread stuffing with beef sausage (not such a pork-loving place), and two kinds of pie. The only thing missing was cranberry sauce. Why? Because I left the cranberries in my fridge at home. Doh. Ah well, at least I remembered to bring the presents!

A walk in the park.