Stephanie had language again Wednesday morning, which meant I had another lazy morning. Well, kind of. I was reading while Vonda deep-cleaned the apartment. Eventually I felt bad, so I washed the dishes. I ran into her in the bathroom where she was unclogging the shower and cleaning the counter.
"I'm sorry. I live with the most disgusting people," she said.
I nodded hypocritically, because I'm a slob with the best of them. I completely sympathize with Stephanie, because why clean when someone like Vonda will eventually break and clean it for you, better than you ever could.
Vonda and I went to the dernek together at 12:30. On the tram, a little girl fell asleep in the seat across from us. Her mom had a hard time waking her up, and as she walked past she blearily stumbled into me. Her mom cracked up and told her, "You just hit your big sister!" Apparently Turks use the word for "big sister" or "big brother" for kindly strangers.
We bought tavuk dürüm for us and Stephanie and Sarah, then took lunch to the dernek and sat around eating, waiting for cooking class to begin.
Another worker leads a weekly cooking class. Two Turkish women showed up, and they made no-bake cookies. After they were done, which didn't take very long, we all sat around drinking chai. I showed my pictures of family and friends. Three hours later, they left. Yeah, three hours. I forgot how long visits last in foreign countries, or rather, how long they seem when you can't understand what is going on.
At 5:00 we closed up the dernek, and Stephanie and I went downtown for shopping! I bought a lot of souvenirs, and tried to haggle. I don't think I did very well. I got better deals than were offered, but I think I was still ripped off. I hate that countries overcharge tourists. I hate falling for it.
After we'd shopped a while, we got coffee at this cute little fancy shop. I saw more cats hanging around (side story: people are really nice to stray cats in Istanbul! Apparently it is rumored that Mohammad liked cats or said being nice to cats was good or something, so Turkish people are awesome! They frequently stop to pet the strays, and sometimes put food out for them. As a result, the strays are semi-friendly, and very healthy. It's nice.)
Okay, back to real life. We caught a bus that took us back to the apartment. It was an hour+ ride, so I was reading Stephanie's Kindle. A guy got on the bus and stood right next to me, pressed against me. I thought the bus was overcrowded, and I'm non-confrontational, so I didn't do anything. But it quickly creeped me out, so I scooted against Stephanie. She asked if the guy was too close, and when I subtly nodded, she threw him the angriest look and clucked at him in the best shameful Turkish way. The guy backed off.
When we got home, Vonda was back from picking up Emily (the third roommate) from the airport. She seems quite nice. We all ate food, watched TV, and the Hands On guys came over later too. Since I'd been staying in Emily's room, we had to move a mattress into Stephanie's room. Her room is tiny (and messy), so there is now exactly no space for anything other than sleeping. Which is all I really wanted to do, so it was great.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Food Food Food
Vonda is a coffee expert, so Tuesday morning she made me a delicious hand-ground cup of coffee. But that was it for breakfast, because we were going to drive an hour to the shore of the Bosphorus to eat kavalta. We picked up the Hands On guys (three this time instead of two) along the way. Kavalta is a Turkish breakfast made up of bowls of olives, tomatoes, cucumbers, cream and honey, jam, faux peanut butter, cheese, fried cheese, and lots of delicious bread. It was all you can eat, and I can eat a lot. Too much.
I spent the hour drive back to our apartment in a semi-coma. We rushed upstairs to pack all the books that were donated into a suitcase, then hurried downstairs to join Sarah and Shana in driving to the dernek. Stephanie and I put the books on the shelves, and they look so wonderful! Thanks to everyone who gave me the books to bring here! Tulay (Stephanie's Turkish teacher) came to the dernek to take us all to her neighbor's house for visiting and food. We rode the tram a little ways, then walked and walked and walked. We ended up going through a bazaar to buy strawberries to take to their house, since it's good form to bring a gift.
We arrived at the house around 2:00, and the eating took place pretty immediately. It was so super delicious, but I wasn't very hungry to begin with, and whenever I finished something, one of the women would add more food to my plate. It was never-ending! I also drank three cups of chai and one cup of Turkish coffee. It's a wonder my brain didn't explode.
I couldn't communicate very much, since everyone spoke Turkish. But I was super impressed with Stephanie! I don't know if she was speaking correctly, but she talked a lot, and all the women seemed to get what she was saying. I tried out the few Turkish phrases I'd been taught, mostly at Stephanie's prompting, but mostly I mastered the art of smiling. Which was easy, because these ladies were wonderful and friendly.
We took some pictures before leaving three hours later, then took a minibus back to the dernek. On Tuesday nights Stephanie and Sarah teach English clubs. One woman showed up, and I kind of took over, because I'm obnoxious like that. I like to think that since I did this for five months, and also am kind of a teacher by gifting, that I was somehow helpful? But I think I might have offended Sarah, so after I sorted the flash cards and worked with Fatime on family words, I handed it over to her. And then promptly told her exactly what to do, because even when I'm kind, I'm still obnoxious.
The end result was good, though! Fatime mastered probably 75% of the words before leaving, and would proudly go through them over and over to show how good she was. She stayed until 8:30 (that's two and a half hours!) and after she left, we cleaned up and closed up the dernek. Vonda wasn't home when Stephanie and I returned. We sat around, played on the internet, watched videos, and went to bed. It had been a long, food-filled day.
But it was totally worth it, since I got to see Stephanie really rock at her job, and I got to hang out with Turks pretty much the whole day.
I spent the hour drive back to our apartment in a semi-coma. We rushed upstairs to pack all the books that were donated into a suitcase, then hurried downstairs to join Sarah and Shana in driving to the dernek. Stephanie and I put the books on the shelves, and they look so wonderful! Thanks to everyone who gave me the books to bring here! Tulay (Stephanie's Turkish teacher) came to the dernek to take us all to her neighbor's house for visiting and food. We rode the tram a little ways, then walked and walked and walked. We ended up going through a bazaar to buy strawberries to take to their house, since it's good form to bring a gift.
We arrived at the house around 2:00, and the eating took place pretty immediately. It was so super delicious, but I wasn't very hungry to begin with, and whenever I finished something, one of the women would add more food to my plate. It was never-ending! I also drank three cups of chai and one cup of Turkish coffee. It's a wonder my brain didn't explode.
I couldn't communicate very much, since everyone spoke Turkish. But I was super impressed with Stephanie! I don't know if she was speaking correctly, but she talked a lot, and all the women seemed to get what she was saying. I tried out the few Turkish phrases I'd been taught, mostly at Stephanie's prompting, but mostly I mastered the art of smiling. Which was easy, because these ladies were wonderful and friendly.
We took some pictures before leaving three hours later, then took a minibus back to the dernek. On Tuesday nights Stephanie and Sarah teach English clubs. One woman showed up, and I kind of took over, because I'm obnoxious like that. I like to think that since I did this for five months, and also am kind of a teacher by gifting, that I was somehow helpful? But I think I might have offended Sarah, so after I sorted the flash cards and worked with Fatime on family words, I handed it over to her. And then promptly told her exactly what to do, because even when I'm kind, I'm still obnoxious.
The end result was good, though! Fatime mastered probably 75% of the words before leaving, and would proudly go through them over and over to show how good she was. She stayed until 8:30 (that's two and a half hours!) and after she left, we cleaned up and closed up the dernek. Vonda wasn't home when Stephanie and I returned. We sat around, played on the internet, watched videos, and went to bed. It had been a long, food-filled day.
But it was totally worth it, since I got to see Stephanie really rock at her job, and I got to hang out with Turks pretty much the whole day.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday Adventures and Non-Events
Every Monday morning Stephanie has language class, and since I am not learning Turkish, I got to sleep in! I had a lovely morning drinking coffee, catching up on blogging, and talking to Vonda. Turns out she was also a sociology major. We talked about jobs we've had, jobs we want, and how hard it is for both of us to step outside our comfort zone and get stuff done.
At noon I was supposed to head across Istanbul to meet Stephanie at the dernik. She left me a map that would take me down several streets to the tram station, which I would ride to its end. I was armed with a cell phone and a key to their apartment, which I guess I could use if I freaked out and ran home crying.
I also had a map that Stephanie drew for me. It is seriously the best map ever. It's colored, and there are handy landmarks like "super wide sidewalk" and "really steep hill" and "don't worry about this street." But really it was incredibly helpful. Or it was once I got to the right first street. I was supposed to take the first right at an intersection near the apartment, but instead I took an immediate right, which led me to a dead end and a playground. I called Vonda and admitted to being lost approximately 30 seconds after walking out the door. She set me straight, and I made the rest of the ten minute walk safely and correctly!
When I got to the tram station, I saw that Stephanie had texted and told me to video myself, so I pulled out my camera and tried to surreptitiously film myself on the platform. Since everyone else waiting for the tram plus everyone driving by stared at me like I was crazy, I self-consciously put it away.
The tram came, I got on, and did not move from my selected pole for the entire ride. Not even when the tram braked quickly, and my useless shoes slid me around 180 degrees, nearly ramming into the man standing three feet to my right. I immediately turned about toward the window so I wouldn't have to see whether or not anyone was snickering at me.
Stephanie met me at the tram station with her partner Sarah. The three of us walked to a restaurant where I ate doner, my favorite of all favorites. Then we went back to the dernik in case any women dropped by. They didn't, because the dernik is newly opened and unpublicized. Stephanie and I left for awhile to go grocery shopping, and I found these delicious candy things that I fell in love with in Mongolia. They are in Turkey too! Of course I bought some.
The dernik closed up at 5:00, and we went back to the apartment. Vonda went with us to the grocery store, where we met up with two Hands On guys who are their friends. We bought food for dinner, then proceeded to make it. Their other roommate Skyped from America, which occupied Vonda, so Stephanie and I chopped all the vegetables and chicken while singing A Very Potter Musical and talking about friendships. The rest of the night consisted of eating and watching an insane amount of 30 Rock episodes.
All in all, it was pretty low-key, which was nice after a crazy day yesterday and in preparation of a crazy day on Tuesday.
At noon I was supposed to head across Istanbul to meet Stephanie at the dernik. She left me a map that would take me down several streets to the tram station, which I would ride to its end. I was armed with a cell phone and a key to their apartment, which I guess I could use if I freaked out and ran home crying.
I also had a map that Stephanie drew for me. It is seriously the best map ever. It's colored, and there are handy landmarks like "super wide sidewalk" and "really steep hill" and "don't worry about this street." But really it was incredibly helpful. Or it was once I got to the right first street. I was supposed to take the first right at an intersection near the apartment, but instead I took an immediate right, which led me to a dead end and a playground. I called Vonda and admitted to being lost approximately 30 seconds after walking out the door. She set me straight, and I made the rest of the ten minute walk safely and correctly!
When I got to the tram station, I saw that Stephanie had texted and told me to video myself, so I pulled out my camera and tried to surreptitiously film myself on the platform. Since everyone else waiting for the tram plus everyone driving by stared at me like I was crazy, I self-consciously put it away.
The tram came, I got on, and did not move from my selected pole for the entire ride. Not even when the tram braked quickly, and my useless shoes slid me around 180 degrees, nearly ramming into the man standing three feet to my right. I immediately turned about toward the window so I wouldn't have to see whether or not anyone was snickering at me.
Stephanie met me at the tram station with her partner Sarah. The three of us walked to a restaurant where I ate doner, my favorite of all favorites. Then we went back to the dernik in case any women dropped by. They didn't, because the dernik is newly opened and unpublicized. Stephanie and I left for awhile to go grocery shopping, and I found these delicious candy things that I fell in love with in Mongolia. They are in Turkey too! Of course I bought some.
The dernik closed up at 5:00, and we went back to the apartment. Vonda went with us to the grocery store, where we met up with two Hands On guys who are their friends. We bought food for dinner, then proceeded to make it. Their other roommate Skyped from America, which occupied Vonda, so Stephanie and I chopped all the vegetables and chicken while singing A Very Potter Musical and talking about friendships. The rest of the night consisted of eating and watching an insane amount of 30 Rock episodes.
All in all, it was pretty low-key, which was nice after a crazy day yesterday and in preparation of a crazy day on Tuesday.
Monday, May 7, 2012
This Is Why I Love Stephanie
At 11:50, after we'd said multiple goodnights and gone to bed, Stephanie stealthily opened my door and asked, "Are you awake?"
"Yes."
"Where is your Compassion kid from?"
"Tanzania. ...Where is yours from?"
"Kenya."
"Why are you asking me this now!?"
"Yes."
"Where is your Compassion kid from?"
"Tanzania. ...Where is yours from?"
"Kenya."
"Why are you asking me this now!?"
Sunday
Steph and I woke up at 7:45 and were walking to the bus stop at 8:00. We rode for maybe half an hour before getting off and walking to Starbucks. I forgot that Turkey is not like Senegal. American corporations have a sizable foothold here. We drank coffee while eating a sesame seed bagel thing that we bought from a cart outside, which was a weird combination of US/Turkey.
The English church was near Starbucks. The praise team was cool, and we sang a mix of hymns and contemporary songs. There were maybe a hundred people at that service, from multiple nationalities. The pastor preached on the qualities of a church leader, which was a bit weird because he never connected it to how we as the congregation could apply the message. Then we had Communion, which was awesome. That more than anything made me feel connected to the rest of the people worshipping, and got me thinking of all the awesomeness they are made of, and how this small group of believers could affect the rest of Istanbul.
After church Stephanie and I walked to a restaurant to eat the Turkish equivalent of fajitas. We talked about how Turkey makes people fat because the food is just so good. Then we walked around for a bit, and I bought a scarf. The main road where all of these things take place is notorious for being a place of protests, and sure enough, we passed an alley with a bunch of men listening to another man yelling about something. We hurried past.
We took "the fastest, warmest, and most joyful" subway to the river. We wandered through the spice bazaar and bought more souvenirs. At one stall, these American Fusion guys that Steph kind of knows stepped out to convince us to buy Turkish delight. Apparently they had a deal with the stall owner that for every sale they made, they would get a percentage off the enormous amount of Turkish delight that they had bought to take home. They tricked us into buying a kilo of the stuff mostly be offering. Stephanie is awful at haggling, because she doesn't do it. I stepped in and got a couple deals, but it is not a good haggling strategy to have a partner who is all too willing to pay full price.
Haggling is my strength. Weaving through crowds is Stephanie's. We went on a boat tour of the Bosphorus, and every time we pushed to get in line or get on the boat, Stephanie would end up ten people ahead of me, and I don't know how she does it!
The river was pretty. The electronic tour things we rented were pretty useless. I let Stephanie be my guide instead. She would point at something and say, "There's something famous!" Famous for what, I would ask. "I don't know. Oh look, there's something else famous!" We went to the boat cafe and bought coffee for me and chai for her. We ended the two hour tour sitting outside on the lowest deck, where I was torn between watching the waves break across the boat and watching a Turkish mother desperately try to keep her son's ears warm with his hoodie.
We got off that boat, then got on another that would take us to Asia. We landed at the dock that, three years ago, our team used all the time! We walked a little ways to our old fruit stand and got freshly pressed strawberry/orange juice. It was delicious!
We walked up the street to find our old hotel. Stephanie said, "It wasn't Hotel Nova, was it?" But it was! I pushed my way inside, and the hotel guy asked if he could help us. We explained that we had been there several years ago with a college group, and he claimed to remember us. We left without taking up his offer to sit, then walked to the main road to eat doner sandwiches.
We walked to another dock to find a boat that would take us back to Europe. We were both exhausted, and I fell asleep. Then we took a taxi back to her apartment, where I fell asleep again on her couch. Vonda joined us in finding Stephanie's friend Evin, who was going to be playing music at a cafe that night. We debated taking the car, and while we stood in the parking lot, like, five cats came up to be petted. Vonda and I cooed and petted, and Stephanie rolled her eyes. Vonda said that in a couple weeks, there would be a bunch of kittens wandering around! They live in a magical place!
We drove to the cafe, but Vonda had to immediately go back, because the girl they share the car with needed it. Stephanie and I went in the cafe, but Evin wasn't there. The girls who were there tried to explain, in Turkish, where she was. We walked down the street, turned right, and then...Stephanie said she didn't understand any instructions after that. We called Vonda to come pick us up before she'd gotten very far. We ended up back at the apartment, watching Thor on TV. But I was still dead tired, so I went to bed around 10 and slept for 11 hours.
The English church was near Starbucks. The praise team was cool, and we sang a mix of hymns and contemporary songs. There were maybe a hundred people at that service, from multiple nationalities. The pastor preached on the qualities of a church leader, which was a bit weird because he never connected it to how we as the congregation could apply the message. Then we had Communion, which was awesome. That more than anything made me feel connected to the rest of the people worshipping, and got me thinking of all the awesomeness they are made of, and how this small group of believers could affect the rest of Istanbul.
After church Stephanie and I walked to a restaurant to eat the Turkish equivalent of fajitas. We talked about how Turkey makes people fat because the food is just so good. Then we walked around for a bit, and I bought a scarf. The main road where all of these things take place is notorious for being a place of protests, and sure enough, we passed an alley with a bunch of men listening to another man yelling about something. We hurried past.
We took "the fastest, warmest, and most joyful" subway to the river. We wandered through the spice bazaar and bought more souvenirs. At one stall, these American Fusion guys that Steph kind of knows stepped out to convince us to buy Turkish delight. Apparently they had a deal with the stall owner that for every sale they made, they would get a percentage off the enormous amount of Turkish delight that they had bought to take home. They tricked us into buying a kilo of the stuff mostly be offering. Stephanie is awful at haggling, because she doesn't do it. I stepped in and got a couple deals, but it is not a good haggling strategy to have a partner who is all too willing to pay full price.
Haggling is my strength. Weaving through crowds is Stephanie's. We went on a boat tour of the Bosphorus, and every time we pushed to get in line or get on the boat, Stephanie would end up ten people ahead of me, and I don't know how she does it!
The river was pretty. The electronic tour things we rented were pretty useless. I let Stephanie be my guide instead. She would point at something and say, "There's something famous!" Famous for what, I would ask. "I don't know. Oh look, there's something else famous!" We went to the boat cafe and bought coffee for me and chai for her. We ended the two hour tour sitting outside on the lowest deck, where I was torn between watching the waves break across the boat and watching a Turkish mother desperately try to keep her son's ears warm with his hoodie.
We got off that boat, then got on another that would take us to Asia. We landed at the dock that, three years ago, our team used all the time! We walked a little ways to our old fruit stand and got freshly pressed strawberry/orange juice. It was delicious!
We walked up the street to find our old hotel. Stephanie said, "It wasn't Hotel Nova, was it?" But it was! I pushed my way inside, and the hotel guy asked if he could help us. We explained that we had been there several years ago with a college group, and he claimed to remember us. We left without taking up his offer to sit, then walked to the main road to eat doner sandwiches.
We walked to another dock to find a boat that would take us back to Europe. We were both exhausted, and I fell asleep. Then we took a taxi back to her apartment, where I fell asleep again on her couch. Vonda joined us in finding Stephanie's friend Evin, who was going to be playing music at a cafe that night. We debated taking the car, and while we stood in the parking lot, like, five cats came up to be petted. Vonda and I cooed and petted, and Stephanie rolled her eyes. Vonda said that in a couple weeks, there would be a bunch of kittens wandering around! They live in a magical place!
We drove to the cafe, but Vonda had to immediately go back, because the girl they share the car with needed it. Stephanie and I went in the cafe, but Evin wasn't there. The girls who were there tried to explain, in Turkish, where she was. We walked down the street, turned right, and then...Stephanie said she didn't understand any instructions after that. We called Vonda to come pick us up before she'd gotten very far. We ended up back at the apartment, watching Thor on TV. But I was still dead tired, so I went to bed around 10 and slept for 11 hours.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Airport Smell
I slept the second flight, from before takeoff to when the steward was reaching across my face to pass food to someone else.
I got to Istanbul and out of the airport by 4:30 maybe. Stephanie and I did our best to cause a scene by hugging and falling all over ourselves. It's so great to see her again!
Her roommate Vonda, who can drive in Turkey, was also with her. She's also super cool, by which I mean she's a lot like Stephanie and me.
We crossed into Asia and drove to the top of a tepe (hill) to eat gozleme and look at Istabul from above. Then we drove to a restaurant and I ate glorious meat and bread and yumminess. Turkish food is the best!
We drove back to their apartment in Europe, which took over two hours. Crazy big city. I gave Stephanie her loads and loads of presents from all of you, and she was ecstatic! She clothed things to her chest and fell over a few times. So thanks! Then I fell asleep, and it was wonderful, because I was dead.
Her roommate Vonda, who can drive in Turkey, was also with her. She's also super cool, by which I mean she's a lot like Stephanie and me.
We crossed into Asia and drove to the top of a tepe (hill) to eat gozleme and look at Istabul from above. Then we drove to a restaurant and I ate glorious meat and bread and yumminess. Turkish food is the best!
We drove back to their apartment in Europe, which took over two hours. Crazy big city. I gave Stephanie her loads and loads of presents from all of you, and she was ecstatic! She clothed things to her chest and fell over a few times. So thanks! Then I fell asleep, and it was wonderful, because I was dead.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
To Amsterdam
I somehow always forget how much I love traveling until I do just that. Which is strange considering how much I think I like traveling. I don't love sitting in a cramped position for seven hours. But I love the freedom. I love knowing that when I get where I'm going, it is a different time in a different place. I love how airports and airplanes are melting pots like nothing else--people are going home, going on vacation, or jumping from one airport to the next layover. There are so many possibilities of adventures people are having.
I sat next to a Dutch guy on the flight. He and his son were in Chicago for the son's sixteenth birthday. Apparently they looked at the options around this time of year. "It was Chicago or Dallas, and nothing is in Dallas, so..." I laughed and told him I was about to move to Dallas, so I hoped he was wrong. We talked about jobs and future jobs and where we have traveled. Then we went back to our seat-back TVs. It is weird to discontinue a relationship mid-air when you are still six inches from the other person.
Traveling opens my mind. Part of it is the freedom of being alone. I can do anything, go anywhere, and no one cares. No one will hold it over my head if I look foolish, and no one can tell me not to get a third cup of coffee. There is also the mental creativity overload that comes from being around so many different people. All of that combines to mean that I am more likely to think deeper, and to listen to God sometimes, too.
I have been a bit bummed that a lot of my traveling lately has been, or likely will be, repeat trips. I like new things! I want to see all the countries! But this is my second time to Turkey, and I recently went to Senegal twice, and if I can find the time to go overseas again in the near future, I think I'll head back to Mongolia. Ridiculous, I know, to find fault in world traveling. But I realized something. My "thing" is that I travel. But should it be? Of course not. As a Christian, my "thing" should be that I love God.
What if God has been putting opportunities for repeat trips in my way so that I realize that I need to give traveling up to Him too? I don't think I will never go somewhere new, but what if that is the case? Would I be okay with that? For now, yes. I trust that God will use my love of traveling and seeing new places and learning about new people in ways I cannot even imagine right now.
If that means a rotating tour of Istanbul, Fatick, and Ulaanbaatar, then I guess He has some pretty rad plans up His sleeve. And hey, there are always layovers in new cities.
Speaking of which, I'm off to explore the Amsterdam airport, which is not actually new. I just saw the little kids' table where some of our CA-1 group played cards!
I sat next to a Dutch guy on the flight. He and his son were in Chicago for the son's sixteenth birthday. Apparently they looked at the options around this time of year. "It was Chicago or Dallas, and nothing is in Dallas, so..." I laughed and told him I was about to move to Dallas, so I hoped he was wrong. We talked about jobs and future jobs and where we have traveled. Then we went back to our seat-back TVs. It is weird to discontinue a relationship mid-air when you are still six inches from the other person.
Traveling opens my mind. Part of it is the freedom of being alone. I can do anything, go anywhere, and no one cares. No one will hold it over my head if I look foolish, and no one can tell me not to get a third cup of coffee. There is also the mental creativity overload that comes from being around so many different people. All of that combines to mean that I am more likely to think deeper, and to listen to God sometimes, too.
I have been a bit bummed that a lot of my traveling lately has been, or likely will be, repeat trips. I like new things! I want to see all the countries! But this is my second time to Turkey, and I recently went to Senegal twice, and if I can find the time to go overseas again in the near future, I think I'll head back to Mongolia. Ridiculous, I know, to find fault in world traveling. But I realized something. My "thing" is that I travel. But should it be? Of course not. As a Christian, my "thing" should be that I love God.
What if God has been putting opportunities for repeat trips in my way so that I realize that I need to give traveling up to Him too? I don't think I will never go somewhere new, but what if that is the case? Would I be okay with that? For now, yes. I trust that God will use my love of traveling and seeing new places and learning about new people in ways I cannot even imagine right now.
If that means a rotating tour of Istanbul, Fatick, and Ulaanbaatar, then I guess He has some pretty rad plans up His sleeve. And hey, there are always layovers in new cities.
Speaking of which, I'm off to explore the Amsterdam airport, which is not actually new. I just saw the little kids' table where some of our CA-1 group played cards!
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