Comments on: North Texas Artists in Turkey: We’re Home

By: Kim Alexander

Kim Alexander — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 20:41:03 +0000

Merhaba, from another straggler. I got diverted to a conveyer belt of a hotel in Frankfurt. As I dined from a bland dinner buffet, three brilliant French travel refugees played verbal tennis with me in categories ranging from sex and politics to more sex and politics. On the morning bus back to the airport the next day, I also met an American who had left his backpack on a train in Israel. By the time he rushed back, the police had blown it up. They offered to replace his belongings, but he felt too sheepish to take them up on it. No such drama for us in our travels through Turkey, though. I felt safe at all hours…um, except for that one cab ride going the wrong direction on a freeway at night. Even with headlights rushing at me, I failed to weild sufficient passenger authority to rectify the situation. When we exited on a dark, curved ENTRANCE ramp I decided to emulate a limp drunk, with the idea that drunks seem to chance better in a head-on. Happy to say that our tour did not satisfy my curiosity about Turkish emergency care. I imagine I went in the wrong direction plenty of times in Turkey, but the friendliest people in the world made every wrong turn right.

By: Nancy Rebal

Nancy Rebal — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 16:50:18 +0000

A member of another Istanbul to Dallas fragment checking in here, with serious jet lag. Ginger and Rick Geyer, David Searcy, Tim Coursey and I were rerouted from Istanbul through Munich/JFK/Dallas rushing to make connections all the way. I can attest to the heroic dash that Sarah Jane made in her long skirt. We were trying to wish her onto her earliest flight. So sorry, I know she was desperate to see her husband and kids. We had a squeaky clean Munich hotel with free toothbrushes which helped a lot. I read A New Life by Orhan Pamuk all the way across the Atlantic. It was worth the disorientation I feel now. What a trip. Can’t wait to hear the reports from my spectacular group of fellow travelers.

By: sarah jane

sarah jane — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 00:12:43 +0000

Oh Anne. I too fell asleep mid sentence on the plane talking with Ginger. I’ll have to tell you too of my tales of sobbing on the floor of the Munich airport when I realized I missed my Chicago flight after running like hell through the airport. On no sleep. Good times.