The Possibilites of Turkish Marble

Nothing helps me shed the weariness of long and uncomfortable travel like a brand new continent. Or the gateway between two continents.

An overnight flight took me to Turkey, and even before the plane touched down in Istanbul I could fill the excitement building in me, and the tiredness falling away. I looked out the window of the plane as we were coming into the terminal, and I swore it looked different than others, somehow more exotic, even though it didn't. And I could swear that I smelled exotic Turkish tobaccoes while walking through the jetway. I had images of people in fezes and camel caravans and precocious monkeys at the hotels acting as bellhops. There was a billboard ad in the airport that asked me == Did you come to Turkey for the marble? No... but show me! Show me the Turkish marble, and I will look!! Yes!

Bring on Turkey!