“Did you experience any anti-Americanism?” “Was it dangerous?” “Did you eat your body weight in falafel?” These are common questions I get after traveling to the Middle East.
The muezzin’s call to prayer always reminds me that I am someplace exotic. Well, that and camels. More than veiled women and squiggly writing, when I see camels and/or hear the call to prayer over the crackling speakers, I realize I am a long ways from Oklahoma.
Turkey is a photographer’s dream.
1. People kiss in Greece like the world is ending We sat down at a coffee shop and from over my shoulder I heard a tremendous slurping noise. I expected to look over and see a parched Saint Bernard drinking water from a big trough. Instead, I saw two young Greeks kissing with the unrestrained …
I think my wife is on to me. This was supposed to be a European vacation, and based up her selection of footwear and the number of dresses she brought, she was expecting museums, operas, cultural events and sidewalk cafes.