These next posts will be (delayed) stories about my trip to Greece and Turkey, though I wrote them at the time; get excited.
Here I sit in Istanbul. After a tremendously long flight-through most of which I slept-sixteen students and one professor have traveled across an ocean and the entirety of Europe. We have a layover of about five hours before our flight to Athens. Anytime I'm in an airport, I feel like I should be speaking French. Granted, after only a few months, my French has gotten a little rusty, but it's still there.
We are happily-more or less- situated next to a bank of chairs and there are a few of us watching everyone's things while the rest are meandering about, looking for coffee and internet cafes. One thing that strikes me is the heat. Joel (our professor from North Park) said it is supposed to be in the low 70s this week, which is fairly cool for this season, but far superior to the 40 degree weather we left in Chicago.
For as much as I dislike flying, I certainly do like airports. There is something about the idea of of getting on a plane to who knows where at any moment that is so exciting. There are people milling in and out from every country and every background. It is a perfect melting pot of the world, even if it changes completely with one blink.