Istanbul Day Nine

 New Year’s Day is the same everywhere. Sitting, waiting for the hangover to clear out enough to nurse the hangover. Breakfast in the hotel was the usual. Cheese, bread, some dips, and tea. I grabbed a Turkish glass, that was the wrong move. The locals here were drinking their tea out of giant water glasses.

The overnight sprinkling of snow had piled into large drifts. The highway was full of stuck cars and trucks. Semis chugging along at full chat, afraid to stop for fear of jackknifing. Luckily the bridge back across the Bosporus was clear and we got from Asia back to Europe safely.

World’s coziest dog

The rest of the day was spent recovering. In a rare moment where I was asleep, Gul challenged me to a game of backgammon. I’m keeping the score a secret. To end the day, we went downstairs and Rashad build a fire in the fireplace. We watched the show and I was surprised to see a familiar place. The whole thing is set in Haverhill! I was just there two months ago to the day. Funny how time moves.