What Possessed Me

Home again

Out through the fields and the woods 
And over the walls I have wended; 
I have climbed the hills of view 
And looked at the world, and descended; 
I have come by the highway home, 
And lo, it is ended. 

 

From "Reluctance" by Robert Frost.

 

Turkish Delights

That's me pulling a Queen Noor with my hamam towel in the Blue Mosque.

Being in Turkey is like slipping into a warm bath - easy going in and torture coming out. I love this country and all its voluptuous delights. It seems impossible that we leave on Monday for the grueling realities of New York. If Hurricane Irene is everything she says she is, she'll see her way to fit to delay our flight so I have time for a scrub and a massage here.

Tell you all about it soon.

xo

Tagged

Kate, love you lots for tagging me on a meme that requires absolutely no effort.

First folder, tenth image. 

I don't usually post pictures of my mug on WPM, but the rules are the rules and I like to obey the laws of the internet when I possibly can. I'm happy I landed on this photograph, which was taken almost a year ago when the Hawk and I were in Mexico with Loverboy on our road trip. What a wonderful time that was. (Wonderful for me, that is. Fauxhawk spent a third of our vacation lying face down on the bathroom floor wearing two pairs of underwear while I conducted several interesting conversations with the pharmacist in "Spanish.")

This picture just took me back to the Day of the Dead celebrations, to marigolds and jasmine, to hot chocolate with a kick, to warm tortillas and cold beer, to ceramic tiles and fluttery skirts and pink restaurants and singing in the car with two of my favorite boys. 

I'm feeling a strong ache for Mexico.

OK now - your turn, Stephanie.