Like a Breath of Fresh Air in a Sweat Lodge, Thursday

Something magical must be in the air, I haven't noticed people smoking very much today. Perhaps the powers that be have relaxed their grip and let seep in a sense of well being. There was rain this morning, but even it was light and refreshing rather than the cold downpour we've been treated to for the last week. I chatted with one of the Turkish teachers here about my experience in Istanbul, the unexpected encounters I've had, and how I've been spending my time. We have much to look forward to in the summer, merchants selling watermelon and pomegranate juice on the street. Apparently every year has it's own fad of merchandise available on the sidewalk, last year it was tiny battery powered personal fans.

If today is like the other Thursdays before the break, we will have live music in the evening here at the cafe. Strangely the workers remodeling the cafe have been absent, perhaps they do not work before noon.